On the road in our old Country Squire It's been a long day now it's going to be a quiet ride Sand in our hair and salt in our eyes And we can't wait to climb the hill and get back home tonight We're coming back on a sunset drive Sunset Following lines of red tail lights Bumping the seams of the old Sagtikos highway There's a kind of reverb to the day's ocean waves Still rocking and rolling us all as tired as we are We're coming back on a sunset drive Sunset From Robert Moses to Sunken Meadow Air blows warm through every window You know where you are Streams of summer, paint on the line We move like a brush across a canvas On the verge of a dream Evening arrives