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Verse 1 Sunrise leaning on the dashboard Coffee in a paper cup Ocean breathing through the window California waking up White lines running to forever Seagulls turning in the blue Every mile feels like a memory I ain’t even lived yet with you Verse 2 Passing towns with painted diners Neon signs that still believe Old men laughing on the corners Like they know what I can’t see Radio plays something timeless Steel and heart in every chord And this road keeps rolling northbound Like it’s taking me somewhere more Chorus Pacific Highway calling my name Waves on the left, golden hills in the flame Wind in the wheels and the sky so wide Got your picture riding shotgun side Oh San Francisco in the morning light Bridges shining red and white Every turn feels like I belong On this long way home where the vineyards run Pacific Highway, carry me on Verse 3 City rising through the fog line Painted houses climbing steep Streetcars ringing like a heartbeat Every promise that we keep Then the road turns green and quiet Rows of vines in silver sun And I swear I hear you laughing In the miles still yet to run Chorus Pacific Highway calling my name Waves on the left, golden hills in the flame Wind in the wheels and the sky so wide Got your picture riding shotgun side Oh San Francisco in the morning light Bridges shining red and white Every turn feels like I belong On this long way home where the vineyards run Pacific Highway, carry me on Bridge If love’s a road, I’m driving slow Let the moment breathe Every hill and every bend Is you and me No map needed in this life Just your hand in mine North of the city, past the bay Where the grapes and the stars align Final Chorus (Lifted) Pacific Highway, still calling my name Past Napa Valley in amber flame Dust on the tires, sunset wine You in my heart like a county line Oh California fading gold Stories waiting to be told Every mile turns into song On this long way home where the vineyards run Pacific Highway, carry me on Outro Martin strings and a setting sun Engine hummin’ soft and low Somewhere north of San Francisco Feels like home I’ve always known Pacific Highway… carry me home