Dreams Made of Sand

We packed our bags light

Drove past the state lines

Followed the coastline

Searching for ourselves

We stayed up all night

Chasing the sunlight

Talking 'bout lows and highs

And all that we could be

Dreams made of sand

Caught in a wave

Washing out across the lands

Signs everywhere

Getting louder

But we are miles and miles away

We had our own plan

Fixed up an old van

Left our hometown

Living free and slow

You were my landslide

And I was your high tide

Together through all the times

Steady as we go

Dreams made of sand

Caught in a wave

Washing out across the lands

Signs everywhere

There getting louder

Our dreams were made of sand

(We packed our bags light)

Oohh

(Drove past the state lines)

There were Signs everywhere

(You where my landslide)

There getting louder

(And I was your high tide)

But we are miles and miles away