Pave The Way

Jake and I have been

sleeping in the van a mile from his house this week,

because we know who we want to be.

Friends and families always try to shut us down,

but that's okay, we're paving our own way.

The only homesick that I get,

is sick of being home

and there's another eleven days

before we're on the road

and if we don't leave any sooner,

I swear to god that I'll explode.

So let the miles stretch further than we know,

we're holding on to this dream

and we'll never let go.

And you'll never see the sights

that we're about to see,

and you'll never make memories like these.

And I can't help but laugh at

all the things you need to be

content because all

I need is this dream and my friends.

A sleeping bag and this van.

And at night I lie awake thinking

about the other side of the United States,

and at night I lie awake.

I know we'll make it some day,

we're paving our own way

and you'll never make memories like these.