Текст песни
Three weeks parked, but she fires up fine Late night air, phoenix skyline
Daisies tucked low, bass hits deep Open roads whisper, don't go to sleep
101, 60 out, 10 light glow Cutting through the night, nowhere to go
Familiar roads like an old refrain I don't need a home, I just need the lane
Palm trees passing me by as I'm going down And I'm driving and I'm driving and I'm driving
Palm trees passing me by as I'm going down And I'm flying and I'm flying and I'm flying
City lights stretch like neon veins Desert breeze singing my name
No radar traps, no cars inside Just me and the road and the rhythm of night
101, 60 out, 10 light glow Cutting through the night, nowhere to go
Familiar roads like an old refrain I don't need a home, I just need the lane
Palm trees passing me by as I'm going down And I'm driving and I'm driving and I'm driving
Palm trees passing me by as I'm going down And I'm flying and I'm flying and I'm flying
Engine hums like a memory played Cold state's gone, the heat remains
Top down, nothing in my way Let me drive till the night turns gray
Palm trees passing me by Just me, the Mustang in the open sky
Just me, the Mustang in the open sky
Palm trees passing me by Just me, the Mustang in the open sky
Palm trees passing me by Just me, the Mustang in the open sky
Palm trees passing me by Just me, the Mustang in the open sky