Open ’Til the Horizon

[Verse 1]
Threw a backpack in the backseat
Crumbs on the floor
Maps on the dash
Someone yelled
“Shotgun
Call it!”
Keys in the ignition
We just laughed
Windows down
Hair getting tangled
Sun in our eyes
But nobody minds
Playlist skipping like it’s anxious
Every song’s a new state line
[Chorus]
We got gas
We got time
And the road’s on our side
No plans
Just miles and miles and miles
Roll the dice
Chase the signs
Change our minds mid-drive
Open ’til the horizon
Let it ride
(let it ride, let it ride)
[Verse 2]
Took an exit just to “see it”
Found a diner with a crooked sign
Coffee burnt
But the stories
Made it taste a little more like fine
Argued over who’s the worst driver
Missed a turn
But we made a friend
Tiny dog in a parking lot
Acting like he’d known us all weekend
[Chorus]
We got gas
We got time
And the road’s on our side
No plans
Just miles and miles and miles
Roll the dice
Chase the signs
Change our minds mid-drive
Open ’til the horizon
Let it ride
(let it ride, let it ride)
[Bridge]
Who cares where this goes?
We’re rich in inside jokes
Every wrong way feels
Like the only way to go
Rearview full of “should’ve”
Front glass full of sky
If all we find is laughter
That’s still the perfect ride (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
We got gas
We got time
And the road’s on our side
No plans
Just miles and miles and miles
Roll the dice
Chase the signs
Change our minds mid-drive
Open ’til the horizon
Let it ride
(let it ride, let it ride)

Upbeat indie-pop band feel; bright strummed acoustic and jangly electric guitars over a driving, mid-tempo groove. Male vocals with stacked gang shouts on the hook, warm bass, snappy snares, and handclaps. Verses stay tight and conversational, chorus explodes with wide harmonies and a big, shout-along melody. Brief tambourine and wordless “oh-oh”s lift the bridge before a final, higher-energy chorus.