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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paige Anderson
Songwriter
Testi
There's a bend in the sky in mid-July
And it seems we got to run to chase the sun
So I take a breath, tighten the straps of my helmet
Remember when we met, wild horses runnin'
From the rumble of the engine
Through the windin' of the canyons
And I've fallen in love with the road, with you
And I'd follow you down, with a twist of the grip
And a flick of my wrist
Flyin' down to the valley, hangin' my head down low
Seems you know this road better than I ever could
So I try and keep up, tryin' wake up in my helmet
Remember when we met, wild horses runnin'
From the rumble of the engine
Through the windin' of the canyons
And I've fallen in love with the road, with you
And I'd follow you down, with a twist of the grip
And a flick of my wrist
Flick of my wrist
Flick of my wrist
I might be young
Here I come
I might be young
Here I come
Remember when we met, wild horses runnin'
From the rumble of the engine
Through the windin' of the canyons
And I've fallen in love with the road, with you
And I'd follow you down, with a twist of the grip
And a flick of my wrist
I wanna hold on to this
I wanna hold on to this
I wanna hold on to this
Written by: Paige Anderson