Текст песни
Top-down glory, top-down glory, I'm hurt but I'm free.
Top-down glory, top-down glory, look what it made of me.
Top-down, top-down glory.
Gas station ice in a paper cup,
Cheap little song on the radio up.
I passed out sign by the county line, didn't turn around,
Just kept the time.
There's a crack in the sky,
But the blue still shows; every scar got a place to go.
I drove through the rain with a crooked grin,
Like I was built to begin again.
If I look back, I might break, so I lean into the ache.
Sun on the hood, salt on my skin, I lost some weight,
Top-down glory, top-down glory, look what it made of me.
Top-down, top-down glory.
Gas station ice in a paper cup,
Cheap little song on the radio up.
I passed out sign by the county line, didn't turn around,
Just kept the time.
There's a crack in the sky,
But the blue still shows; every scar got a place to go.
I drove through the rain with a crooked grin,
Like I was built to begin again.
If I look back, I might break, so I lean into the ache.
Sun on the hood, salt on my skin, I lost some weight,