Afternoon Turns Gold
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A warm indie pop song about a golden-hour drive with old friends. Dreamy guitars, a steady bass groove, relaxed male vocals, and a big, feel-good chorus.
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[Verse 1] We left the diner just before the sign went dark Mason had the map, but we missed the county park Jules kept laughing from the passenger-side seat Dust along the windows, summer underneath our feet [Pre-Chorus] Every wrong turn felt like somewhere we should be Four old friends and a tank of gasoline [Chorus] Drive on, we’ve got nowhere we have to be Windows down, singing out of key The road rolls wide and the afternoon turns gold I’ve got your voices, I’ve got all I need to hold Drive on, let the miles come easy tonight Old friends making the ordinary feel right [Verse 2] We traded stories at the red light by the lake Talked about the years and the chances that we’d take Mason found a station playing songs from seventeen Jules drew little suns across the fogged-up screen [Pre-Chorus] Every quiet mile brought the whole room back around Like no time had passed since we were younger towns [Chorus] Drive on, we’ve got nowhere we have to be Windows down, singing out of key The road rolls wide and the afternoon turns gold I’ve got your voices, I’ve got all I need to hold Drive on, let the miles come easy tonight Old friends making the ordinary feel right [Bridge] If the engine quits, we’ll push it to the field If the night comes fast, we’ll find a place to sleep Years can change the names of every street we know But put us in a car and watch the old days show [Final Chorus] Drive on, we’ve got nowhere we have to be Windows down, singing out of key The road rolls wide and the afternoon turns gold I’ve got your voices, I’ve got all I need to hold Drive on, let the miles come easy tonight Old friends making the ordinary feel right Drive on, keep the dashboard glowing soft Here’s to every road that carried us this far [Outro] Four old friends, one more turn A little daylight left to burn