Текст песни
Two lanes, no name, just a line of white
My brain on cruise, but my soul takes flight
Drove through the city, left the neon noise
Now the only voice is the one inside
Tires hum a low‑key sermon
Past the truck stops, past the vermin
Got a full tank, got a half‑plan
To outrun the man that I was yesterday
Open highway – no ceiling, no walls
Just the asphalt breathing and the engine calls
No headlights needed, I know the way
Open highway, take me away
Saw a hitchhiker with a cardboard sign
«God is watching» – I thought «maybe, fine»
But I passed him by, ‘cause I got my own ghost
Riding shotgun, the one I trust most
It’s the memory of starts and the fear of stops
The click of the blinker when the heart just drops
Every rest area is a confessional
Every mile marker – potential
Open highway – no ceiling, no walls
Just the asphalt breathing and the engine calls
No headlights needed, I know the way
Open highway, take me away
I don’t need a map, I don’t need a clock
The white line is a heartbeat – steady, non‑stop
If you see my silhouette in the rearview glass
Don’t try to catch me, I’m already past
Open highway…
Just the asphalt… and me.
