Jesse Harris. Mineral. The Speed Of Sound. Zeneszám

I keep looking down the road
Out the window
High and low
The gold horizon is halfway gone
The sea is shining
It ripples on

I keep waiting for a change
A new direction
Some exchange
The moon is rising
It?s getting late
It?s always timing
You have to wait

Don?t it make you wanna stick around
When your plane is lifting off the ground
Moving faster than the speed of sound

Is it written in the stars
Where we?ve been and where we are
And where we?re going?
I don?t know
There?s nothing showing but the glow

Don?t it make you wanna stick around
When your plane is lifting off the ground
Moving faster than the speed of sound