Mm.

Mm.

Mm.

Mm.

Once up on

an oth er time,

some bod y’s hands

who felt like mine

turned the key

and took a drive,

was free.

High way curved,

the sun sank low.

Buck ley on

the ra di o.

The cig a rette

was burn ing slow.

So breathe.

Just yel low lines

and tire marks,

and sun kissed skin

and han dle bars.

And where I stood

was where I was

to be.

No en e mies

to call my own.

No porch light on

to pull me home.

And where I was

is beau ti ful

be cause

I was

free.

Mm.

(D5)Once up on

an oth er time

be fore I knew which life was mine,

be fore I left the child be hind

me,

I (D5)saw my self in sum mer nights,

and (Bm)stars lit up like can dle light.

I (G)make my wish but (A7sus4)most ly I

be (Bm)lieved

in (D)yel low lines

and (Bm)tire marks,

(Em)sun kissed skin and (A)han dle bars.

And (D)where I stood was (Bm)where I was

to (Em)be.

(D)Once up on an (Bm)oth er time,

de (Em)cid ed noth ing (A)good in dy ing.

So (D)I would just, I’d (Bm)keep on driv ing be (Em)cause

I (E)was

free.

Mm.

Mm.

Mm.