Sunrise over Rome's old stones
Counting miles and lost phone tones
Driving north to cooler nights
Chasing dreams under streetlights
Through Tuscany's winding lanes
Fields of gold and summer rains
Whispers soft in northern breeze
Memories like scattered leaves
Highway dreams and spinning wheels
Winding roads and midnight meals
From Italy to Norway's skies
In this car we realize
Alpine peaks in sunset hue
Mountains rise and skies so blue
Northern lights in distant lands
Hold your heart with both my hands
Barefoot walks by lake's clear edge
Promises we softly pledge
Candles lit in wooden home
Here we find our hearts' true poem
Highway dreams and spinning wheels
Winding roads and midnight meals
From Italy to Norway's skies
In this car we realize