Two lane to Texas

Sunset burning through the windshield,

gold running down the glass,

bare feet riding on the dashboard,

county lines slipping past.

Summer hanging in the treetops,

heat rising off the road,

two shadows getting longer

with a hundred miles to go.

Two lane to Texas,

white lines rolling underneath,

warm wind through the windows,

your hair blowing over me.

Nothing in the rearview

worth turning around to get.

Just a long night running southbound

on a two lane to Texas.

Radio fading into static,

moon coming up behind,

little towns and sleeping houses

gone before they catch the eye.

Gas lights glowing in the distance,

stars taking over the dark,

another empty stretch of highway,

another county on the clock.

Two lane to Texas,

white lines rolling underneath,

warm wind through the windows,

your hair blowing over me.

Nothing in the rearview

worth turning around to get.

Just a long night running southbound

on a two lane to Texas.

Morning breaking on the blacktop,

pink running through the blue,

coffee steaming in the console,

sunlight waking up with you.

No hurry in the distance.

No reason to arrive.

Just fence posts keeping rhythm

with the humming of the tires.

Two lane to Texas,

daylight coming through,

whole world getting smaller

till there’s nothing left but you.

Let the big roads keep on running.

We ain’t caught up in ‘em yet.

We’ve got all the road we need

on a two lane to Texas.