We have an impression to make, so hang this experience on the wall.
Miles become memories, but maybe we should stay out on this road forever because this is what it must feel like.
Every morning awakens a new renaissance within ourselves, every night is a revolution.

Behind the wheel, I am the only one with my eyes open to witness the Pacific Coast Highway stretch to become a breathtaking symphony for the soul.

We have an impression to make, so hang with experience on the wall.
Miles become memories, and maybe we should stay out on this road forever because this is what it feels like to be alive.
Every morning awakens a new renaissance within ourselves, every night is a revolution.

And the sun it sings to me as it rises over the Rockies.
The waves of the Pacific drown out the pounding of my heart as they crash into the coastline.

We have an impression to make, so hang this experience on the wall.
Miles become memories, and maybe we should stay out on this road forever because this is what it feels like to be alive.

And I am fully aware that the moment I am experiencing is breathing through me, and will become a savored memory that will warm my thoughts.
When the harsh, cold winter of Pennsylvania takes hold, and the desert it will whisper to me “opportunities like this are what we like to call destiny”.
These strangers became my family.

We have an impression to make, so hang with experience on the wall.
Miles become memories, and maybe we should stay out on this road forever because this is what it feels like to be alive.
Every morning awakens a new renaissance within ourselves, every night is a revolution.



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