Open Road, No Map

[Verse 1]
Threw some bags in the backseat
Half a tank and a snack run
You said
"Left or right?" at the light
I laughed
"Whichever looks like fun"
Windows down on a weekday
Sunburn starting on my knees
Maps crumpled in the glove box
We just follow the breeze
[Chorus]
Open road
No map
Just us
Radio loud
Too much trust
In a painted line and a gut feeling
Who cares where we end up tonight
Wrong turn
Still feels right
We're just rolling
Rolling
Rolling
With no ceiling (hey!)
Just the open road
No map
Just us
[Verse 2]
Passing signs for strange towns
Names I can't even say
You start pointing at cloud shapes
I miss every single exit on the way
Someone's hair in the airflow
Snack crumbs on the floor
We trade bad jokes
Good secrets
Keep chasing "just a little more"
[Chorus]
Open road
No map
Just us
Radio loud
Too much trust
In a painted line and a gut feeling
Who cares where we end up tonight
Wrong turn
Still feels right
We're just rolling
Rolling
Rolling
Hearts spinning (oh yeah!)
Just the open road
No map
Just us
[Bridge]
If we hit the ocean
We’ll turn around slow
If we reach the mountains
Guess we’ll climb those
If all we find is a dead-end road
We’ll take a picture
Then let it go
[Chorus]
Open road
No map
Just us
Radio loud
Too much trust
In a painted line and a gut feeling
Who cares where we end up tonight
Wrong turn
Still feels right
We’re just laughing
Living
Singing
Wheels leaning (hey!)
On the open road
No map
Just us

Upbeat indie-pop with jangly electric guitars, bright synth sprinkles, and a bouncy live-kit groove around 120 BPM. Male vocals, tight stacked harmonies on the hook, gang shouts on key phrases. Verses stay light and rhythmic; chorus explodes with big crashes and tambourine. Bass moves playfully under everything, final chorus lifts with extra vocal ad-libs and ride cymbal sparkle.