[Verse 1]
We loaded up a truck with everything we owned,
Boxes full of memories and dreams we'd never known.
Then we squeezed into a Toyota, barely room to breathe,
Suitcases in the trunk and sleeping bags stacked to the ceiling.
Food tucked by our feet, jackets folded in our laps,
A rolling little world packed tighter than a trap.
The highway stretched before us like a ribbon made of chance,
And we pointed toward tomorrow and rolled out of the past.
[Chorus]
We're crossing the map one mile at a time,
Trading old roads for dreams we hope to find.
The future's just a whisper on the far horizon line,
But we're following it anyway, trusting it'll shine.
Nobody knows where this journey will lead,
Just a car full of hope and a pocket full of needs.
We're crossing the map one mile at a time,
Leaving yesterday behind.
[Verse 2]
We stopped for gas and sleep and little else along the way,
Counting miles and exit signs through every passing day.
Hours in those seats left our backs and legs complaining,
Then somewhere deep in Texas came the pounding of the rain.
The wipers kept the rhythm while the thunder played the drums,
And every storm cloud seemed to say, "Keep going, here it comes."
So we laughed about our soreness and we sang along instead,
While the highway kept unwinding like a story being read.
[Chorus]
We're crossing the map one mile at a time,
Trading old roads for dreams we hope to find.
The future's just a whisper on the far horizon line,
But we're following it anyway, trusting it'll shine.
Nobody knows where this journey will lead,
Just a car full of hope and a pocket full of needs.
We're crossing the map one mile at a time,
Leaving yesterday behind.
[Bridge]
The desert slowly faded into forests dressed in green,
Hills rose where the endless western skyline used to be.
Every mile erased a little more of who we'd been,
While teaching us that every ending lets another life begin.
[Verse 3]
Family waited somewhere on the far side of the drive,
The reason we were willing to uproot our lives.
No one knew exactly what tomorrow had in store,
Only that the people that we loved were waiting there for more.
So we followed faith and instinct down the winding interstate,
With every mile reminding us that change can still be great.
[Outro]
Now the truck is finally empty, and the car can breathe again,
The boxes fill new rooms instead of riding in the wind.
And when we think about that journey, every storm and every bend,
We remember how a crowded ride became a brand-new beginning.
Just a car full of dreamers chasing something they couldn't see,
And finding home waiting patiently.
ElCeviche
