we're headed home from the west coast
and the sun is at our backs
i'm searching for your number in my bag
so much i wanna tell you
so much that you should know
like the color of the sky in colorado
and the feeling of the ground beneath my shoes
the feeling of the ground beneath my shoes
the snow is falling on the road
every mile that we drive brings us closer to home
coming down from mountains i can see the sky is blue
it reminds me that i'm coming home
to you
rolling down the highway
the sun is sinking low
and i know that i'll be driving through the night
so much i wanna tell you
so much that you should know
like your favorite song is playing

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