July On The Freeway

July on the freeway,
Your denim jacket on the passenger seat.
Every mile keeps moving forward,
But some things refuse to leave.
Windows down, California skies,
Stop chasing what was over somewhere after midnight.
July on the freeway.
July on the freeway.
Maybe every town we leave behind keeps its lights a little longer.
Maybe every version of ourselves stays there,
Getting smaller.
Maybe letting go is just another road you don't notice when it starts.
One more mile beneath the headlights,
One less weight inside your heart.
July on the freeway, the evening turning blue and gold.
I don't need to find you now to know what I once held.