Left without a plan — said "somewhere" to be clear
Radio found something I hadn't heard in years
Windows went down at the edge of town
That's the minute summer actually comes around
Nowhere to be and no way to know
How long it's been since it all let go
Barefoot on the asphalt, radio up
Ice melting fast in a gas station cup
Exit signs going by like they don't mean a thing
Barefoot on the asphalt — let the highway sing
Water tower spelling out a town I'll never see
Billboard for a dentist and an attorney
Exit 47 — passed it twenty times
Someday I'll stop — not today — that's fine
Nowhere to be and no way to know
How long it's been since it all let go
Barefoot on the asphalt, radio up
Ice melting fast in a gas station cup
Exit signs going by like they don't mean a thing
Barefoot on the asphalt — let the highway sing
Heat coming off the blacktop up ahead
A dog in a pickup with its tongue hung out
Yard sale signs, then an old drive-in screen
Nothing on the map — and that's the part I'd keep
You don't need a destination when the road is already there
Every mile between the old one and the next clears out the air
Summer doesn't start until the windows come down
Barefoot on the asphalt — before you hit the town
Barefoot on the asphalt, radio up
Ice melting fast in a gas station cup
Exit signs going by like they don't mean a thing
Barefoot on the asphalt — let the highway sing