Taking the Long Way (v2)

[Verse 1]

Maya’s got the paper map folded in her lap

Jonah brought a cooler and a camera in his backpack

Tessa picks the playlist, skips the songs we know

We leave the gas station laughing at the morning glow

[Pre-Chorus]

Past the county line, every mile feels new

The whole back seat is leaning into you

[Chorus]

We’re taking the long way, windows down

Singing every wrong word through the next small town

With a tank full of nowhere and a sky painted blue

I don’t need a destination when I’m riding with you

Taking the long way, let the tires roll

Friends in the back and a bright open road

If we get there tomorrow, that’s perfectly fine

The best part of the journey is losing track of time

[Verse 2]

We stop for peach pie at a roadside stand

Trade three bad jokes for a postcard in the sand

The motel sign is buzzing, but the room will do

We push two beds together and split the view

[Pre-Chorus]

Past the county line, every mile feels new

The whole back seat is leaning into you

[Chorus]

We’re taking the long way, windows down

Singing every wrong word through the next small town

With a tank full of nowhere and a sky painted blue

I don’t need a destination when I’m riding with you

Taking the long way, let the tires roll

Friends in the back and a bright open road

If we get there tomorrow, that’s perfectly fine

The best part of the journey is losing track of time

[Bridge]

Someday we’ll talk about the diner at dawn

The borrowed old blanket and the motel alarm

All the little detours we never planned to make

Turned into the memories we refused to trade

[Final Chorus]

We’re taking the long way, windows down

Singing every wrong word through the next small town

With a tank full of nowhere and a sky painted blue

I don’t need a destination when I’m riding with you

Taking the long way, let the tires roll

Friends in the back and a bright open road

If we get there tomorrow, that’s perfectly fine

The best part of the journey is losing track of time

[Outro]

Keep the map folded, leave the headlights bright

One more exit, one more Friday night