Ticket in the Sun Visor
Country Pop

Ticket in the Sun Visor

Kibi

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歌词

[Intro]
[Verse]
Dusty dash and a rusty key
Small town air is calling me
Chipped mint-green on the porch swing
Hear the summer crickets sing
Pulled the visor down to block the light
Found a little piece of Friday night
[Pre-Chorus]
It’s a faded scrap of paper blue
From the night I spent with you
We were seventeen and wild and free
Just the road and the radio for me
[Chorus]
Oh, we were chasing down the fireflies
Underneath those wide-open skies
Cherry Slurpee stains on my old jeans
Living out those teenage dreams
Windows down on the backroad line
Feeling gold and feeling fine
Yeah, we were flying high and fast
Making every second last
[Post-Chorus]
Making every second last
Yeah, we're never looking back
Just a memory on the track
Everything we used to have
[Verse]
Muted banjo starts to play
Just like back in the yesterday
Remember that drive to the county line?
Everything felt so divine
We didn't have a single care
With the summer wind in our hair
Now you’re miles and miles away
But I feel you here today
[Pre-Chorus]
Then my phone lit up the seat
With a sound so bittersweet
A voice note from a different zone
Coming through my telephone
[Chorus]
Oh, we were chasing down the fireflies
Underneath those wide-open skies
Cherry Slurpee stains on my old jeans
Living out those teenage dreams
Windows down on the backroad line
Feeling gold and feeling fine
Yeah, we were flying high and fast
Making every second last
[Bridge]
"I miss our stupid adventures," you said
With a little laugh inside my head
I typed back "Me too, let's go"
To the places that we know
Next month, let’s hit the road again
Just like it was way back then
[Breakdown]
The steel guitar begins to swell
Like a story I love to tell
No more sadness, only light
Everything is gonna be alright
[Chorus]
Oh, we were chasing down the fireflies
Underneath those wide-open skies
Cherry Slurpee stains on my old jeans
Living out those teenage dreams
Windows down on the backroad line
Feeling gold and feeling fine
Yeah, we were flying high and fast
Making every second last
[Outro]

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