Tonight I feel ambitious and so does my foot
As it sinks on the pedal, I press it to the floor
I don't need a girl, don't need a friend
'Cause my friend lonesome's unconditional

We're flying forever bored
And for a moment, I love everything
That I see and think and feel
I love my broken side view mirror

'Cause it's so perfect, I'm so perfect
You're so perfect, you're not here
I hear the change in gears
My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road
This is an open road song

The night is beckoning although I have nowhere to go but home
Feels good to be alone
With every turn comes a new frame of mind if I could frame my mind
Where would it hang?

My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road
My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road
My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road
This is an open road song

I crack a window and feel the cool air cleanse my every pore
As I pour my poor heart out
To a radio song that's patient and willing to listen
My volume drowns it out

But that's ok
'Cause I sound better than him
Anyway, any day, yeah
My voice is sweet as salt
I search for comfort and I find it
Where I've found it many times before
Times before can be forgotten

My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road
My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road
My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road
This is an open road song

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