Still Corners The Trip
Time has come to go
Pack your bags, hit the open road
Our hearts just won't die
It's the trip, keeps us alive
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
So many miles, so many miles, so many miles away
The falling sun burns a line
Tearing into the night
Watching you fall asleep
The sweetest dove in a dream
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
So many miles, so many miles, so many miles away
