The story behind this song
The RV's been gassed up in the driveway for a month, pawing at the gate. There's a road map in the kitchen drawer, folded since 1985, every highway they ever highlighted waiting on the day they'd finally have the time. Forty years of mornings that belonged to an alarm clock and a commute, vacations rationed two weeks at a stretch. The mailbox flag is down for good now.
For the parents pointed at the on-ramp — diner coffee in towns they can't pronounce, and the best part of all: nobody knows when they're coming back.
Lyrics
The mailbox flag is down for good
The tank is full — you knew it would be
The tank is full — you knew it would be
There's a road map in the kitchen drawer
Folded up since 1985
Every highway you two highlighted
Waiting on the day you'd have the time
Folded up since 1985
Every highway you two highlighted
Waiting on the day you'd have the time
Well the alarm clock died this morning
Nobody's gonna mourn it
Nobody's gonna mourn it
The road ahead is yours — every exit, every mile
No boss, no clock, no Monday at your back
Chase the sunrise west until it's sunset
And don't you dare tell anybody when you're coming back
The road ahead is yours
No boss, no clock, no Monday at your back
Chase the sunrise west until it's sunset
And don't you dare tell anybody when you're coming back
The road ahead is yours
Diner coffee in a town you can't pronounce
Postcards home with no return address
You gave the working years your every morning
Now the mornings owe you all the rest
Postcards home with no return address
You gave the working years your every morning
Now the mornings owe you all the rest
The driveway's just a starting line
You waited — now it's time
You waited — now it's time
The road ahead is yours — every exit, every mile
No boss, no clock, no Monday at your back
Chase the sunrise west until it's sunset
And don't you dare tell anybody when you're coming back
The road ahead is yours
No boss, no clock, no Monday at your back
Chase the sunrise west until it's sunset
And don't you dare tell anybody when you're coming back
The road ahead is yours
Forty years you watched the taillights
Headed somewhere you couldn't go
Tonight some kid stuck in traffic
Watches your taillights glow
Headed somewhere you couldn't go
Tonight some kid stuck in traffic
Watches your taillights glow
The road ahead is yours — every exit, every mile
No boss, no clock, no Monday at your back
Chase the sunrise west until it's sunset
And don't you dare tell anybody when you're coming back
The road ahead is yours
No boss, no clock, no Monday at your back
Chase the sunrise west until it's sunset
And don't you dare tell anybody when you're coming back
The road ahead is yours
Windows down, radio loud
Get gone, you've earned it now
Get gone, you've earned it now
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