It smells like south eastern roads.
This day seems perfect as it goes.
The bright sun lights my face through the window.
I've never asked for something more.
Engine roaring for road to eat.
Never satiated it won't let us breathe.
And the miles passing faster than they seem.
Never mind the cage we are in.
And even the clouds, heading to the north
Won't ever make me feel as bad as before.
Won't avoid us to live a little bit more.
Cause we're road sailors.