thecharcoaldragon:

my little brother’s looking for a place to call home
but I think I’m in love with the open road
my car is my four walls and every street is my street
the only home I need is in the tar beneath my feet

I’ve spent at least one night in all the fifty states
no more than four months living in one place
my little brother he just left to settle down
I think I’d go insane in his little college town

but maybe I was wrong about living for the drive
because now it’s been two years since I’ve felt alive
no I don’t think I’m in love with the open road
because it isn’t the place that my brother calls home