Pave The Way - Handguns

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