Folded paper in my hand
Faded ink upon the sand
Highway nine along the coast
Tracing where I miss you most
Press my thumb against the line
Your hand resting over mine
Press my thumb against the line
Hold the wheel and leave behind
Press my thumb against the line
Are you listening tonight
Are you listening tonight
Tracing paper roads with you
Summer sky of open blue
Tracing paper roads with you
Every turn still feels so true
(Tracing paper roads)
(With you)
Creases worn where we once stayed
Faded colors never fade
Late night driving down the shore
I don't map this path no more
Press my thumb against the line
Your hand resting over mine
Press my thumb against the line
Are you listening tonight
Are you listening tonight
Tracing paper roads with you
Summer sky of open blue
Tracing paper roads with you
Every turn still feels so true
(Tracing paper roads)
(With you)