Ridgleline Expressway

Created for those folks who enjoy and find relaxation in long drives. Lyrics: Engine hum, radio loud, Sunrise breaking through the clouds, Concrete fades to fields of green, Prettiest damn thing I've ever seen. Windows down, let the wind attack, Leave the city in the rearview black, Rice fields stretching mile by mile, For the first time, I actually smile. And the mountains rise like they know my name, Every mile ahead feels less the same. I'm doing fifty-five on the expressway, Heart wide open, let the world invade, Forest air and golden light, Turning all my wrongs into alrights. No destination, no reason why, Just chasing colors underneath the sky, With the tires singing and the worries gone, At fifty-five, I can carry on. Rolling hills and rivers shine, Telephone poles drawing perfect lines, The scent of rain on the countryside, Makes me feel more alive inside. Every exit sign just passes by, Like the years I never said goodbye, But the road keeps pulling me ahead, Away from every word I should've said. And the mountains rise like they know my name, Every mile ahead feels less the same. I'm doing fifty-five on the expressway, Heart wide open, let the world invade, Forest air and golden light, Turning all my wrongs into alrights. No destination, no reason why, Just chasing colors underneath the sky, With the tires singing and the worries gone, At fifty-five, I can carry on. Whoa-oh-oh, the valleys glow below, Whoa-oh-oh, nowhere else to go, The road, the sky, the mountain side, Tonight they make me feel alive. Still doing fifty-five on the expressway, Watching distant peaks begin to fade, Farmlands, forests, endless views, Painting over every shade of blue. No destination, no reason why, Just the open road and a burning sky, With the tires singing and the worries gone, At fifty-five, I know where I belong. Whoa-oh-oh... Windows down, just me and the road. Whoa-oh-oh... Fifty-five, and the whole world's home. #sagimsimmusic