Letras
From the palms of Florida, where the ocean sighs
To the red clay hills where Alabama lies
The wheels hum low, the radio sings
Every mile's a memory, every turn, a dream
On I-10, chasing the sun
Through states and stories, one by one
From the Gulf's warm breeze to the desert's bone
I'm bound for the West, but I'm never alone
Louisiana's bayou whispers soft and slow
Cypress shadows dance where the waters flow
Texas stretches wide, a horizon untamed
Under skies so big, it forgets its name
Every border crossed, every new state line
Feels like freedom, feels like time
On I-10, chasing the sun
Through states and stories, one by one
From the Gulf's warm breeze to the desert's bone
I'm bound for the West, but I'm never alone
New Mexico glows in the evening light
Purple mesas fading into the night
Arizona's canyons carve the land
California's calling with a golden hand