Press Record on the Open Road

Lyrics

I made a mixtape for the long way home
Twelve songs I trusted not to let me down
The dashboard glowing like a little hearth
And the white line rolling out of town

Track one is the song we sang at weddings
Track two is one my father used to hum
I never was a driver for the speed
I just like where the quiet songs come from

So press record on the open road
Let the window down and let the evening in
Every mile a verse, every bend a chorus
Press record and let the road begin

A hill, a hedge, a sky the colour of toast
A tractor waving from a field of wheat
I'll write the names of every little village
On the cover in my lopsided hand, so neat

Track nine is where the road goes down to water
Track ten has you in the passenger seat
We never really knew where we were going
We just knew the song was incomplete

So press record on the open road
Let the window down and let the evening in
Every mile a verse, every bend a chorus
Press record and let the road begin

And when the tape runs out I'll turn it over
And when the light runs out I'll leave it on
There's a kind of kindness in a long drive
A kind of hymn in being nearly home

So press record on the open road
Let the window down and let the evening in
Every mile a verse, every bend a chorus
Press record and let the road begin

Press record on the open road
Let the road begin