Brighton country

(Verse 1) The sun was climbing higher when they finally hit the road At half-past eight, the coffee steamed and the heavy traffic flowed Lori checked the map while Dave just hummed a country tune Knowing they’d be walking down the The Lanes by the afternoon A little later than they planned, but the spirit felt just right Chasing down the Brighton coast in the morning's golden light. (Chorus) Oh, they’re rollin’ down to Brighton, where the salty breezes blow With a tank of gas and hearts of gold, and nowhere else to go From the dusty antique corners to the crashing of the sea It’s a Lori and Dave kinda love, just as wild as it can be. (Verse 2) They spent the mornin’ huntin’ through the relics and the rust Findin’ magic in the silver and the memories in the dust Then they ducked inside the The Crazy Goose to rest their weary feet With a plate of somethin' local and a smile that tasted sweet By the time the sun was sinkin’ and the sky turned neon pink They were tucked in Brighton Rocks for a heavy-pourin’ drink. (Bridge) With a cocktail shaker rhythm and the laughter pourin' free They toasted to the years gone by and the ones they’ve yet to see No neon signs or crowded streets could dim that steady glow They found their rhythm in the waves, steady, fast, and slow. (Chorus) Oh, they’re rollin’ down to Brighton, where the salty breezes blow With a tank of gas and hearts of gold, and nowhere else to go From the dusty antique corners to the crashing of the sea It’s a Lori and Dave kinda love, just as wild as it can be. (Outro) Now the moon is hangin' heavy o'er the pier and all the lights They’re driftin’ off to sleep tonight with the ocean in their sights Just a window ‘tween the pillows and the rollin’ white-capped foam In a room with a sea view... that feels just like comin’ home. Yeah, just like comin’ home