Thirty miles of open road:
the middle of nowhere, but here we are.
Now the line snakes down along the coast.
My ‘90s mixtape playing in your car.
And there you are. It’s good to see you.
And maybe it’s about time.
Or maybe it’s about timing.
Maybe everything rearranged is just fine.
And sometimes the best lines don’t rhyme.
The best lines don’t rhyme.
My god, we were only kids
just kicking around the bars.
Twenty years, well, down a cliff they slid.
Now we look back at the rocks and scars.
And there you are. It’s good to see you.
CHORUS
And you told me once it doesn’t count
until you say it out loud.
And I believe you told me once:
it’s not a song until it’s sung.
One day this waiting will be redeemed.
And together we'll know where we belong.
On a blanket under these Big Sur stars,
we'll see the map that was there all along.