upbeat funk pop, groovy bass, handclaps, bright female vocals
Keys in the ignition, sunscreen on the dash
Tank is half full, pockets light on cash
Dani's on the map but the map fell out the door
Who needs directions when you've got a shore?
Top down, hair up, salt stuck on our skin
Sun's going gold and the night's rolling in
Windows down, turn it up, we're singing way too loud
Off-key, can't stop, we're our own little crowd
No plan, no clock, just the white line and the blue
Next town, best friends, that's all we gotta do
Oh-oh, roll on, roll on
Oh-oh, where the coast road's gone
Gas station slushies, cherry on my tongue
Jo's got her feet up where the speakers hum
Pull over at the lookout 'cause the sky won't wait
Three of us hollering at the Golden Gate of nowhere, babe
Radio's crackling, but we know every word
Loudest, happiest car this highway ever heard
Windows down, turn it up, we're singing way too loud
Off-key, can't stop, we're our own little crowd
No plan, no clock, just the white line and the blue
Next town, best friends, that's all we gotta do
Oh-oh, roll on, roll on
Oh-oh, where the coast road's gone
Don't ask me where we're sleeping, don't ask me what it costs
Give me the ocean on my left and I will never call it lost
Hands out the window, catching all the wind
Say this summer never ends, say it never ends
Windows down, turn it up, we're singing way too loud
Off-key, can't stop, we're our own little crowd
No plan, no clock, just the white line and the blue
Next town, best friends, that's all we gotta do
Oh-oh, roll on, roll on
Oh-oh, where the coast road's gone