Chasing Every Horizon

Old map folded in the glove box, coffee in a paper

cup. Window rolled down. Sunrise painting gold on the dash. We laugh at

the miles we haven't found. Empty road humming beneath us. Backseat full of

backpacks and sand. Every sign like a dare on the skyline. Every turn,

another new land. We're chasing every horizon. Hearts wide open to the unknown.

Wind in our hair, the world in our eyes, and every border

feels like home. From the mountains to the ocean, let the whole wide world unfold.

We're chasing every horizon, growing up, staying young