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Marisa Linß: Songwriting, Lead Vocals, A-Gitarre
Paul Adamaschek: Songwriting, Vocals, Bass, Cajon
Klaus Adamaschek: E-Gitarre
Paul Adamaschek: Songwriting, Vocals, Bass, Cajon
Klaus Adamaschek: E-Gitarre
Week is over again
Work is done, bags are packed
You smile at me and lock the front door
The highway is calling
Trees flying by
Sun is low
I’m losing sense of time
Home is still hours away
And the horizon is bathed in golden light.
Coffee, gas and chocolate bars
Now we’re ready for the road
One last kiss until our next break
With every mile I love you more
Trees flying by
Sun is low
I’m losing sense of time
Home is still hours away
And the horizon is bathed in golden light.
Weekend's over again
Show is done, guitars are packed
You smile at me as we hit the road
I love the highway life with you
Trees flying by
Sun is low
I’m losing sense of time
Home is still hours away
And the horizon is bathed in golden light.
Work is done, bags are packed
You smile at me and lock the front door
The highway is calling
Trees flying by
Sun is low
I’m losing sense of time
Home is still hours away
And the horizon is bathed in golden light.
Coffee, gas and chocolate bars
Now we’re ready for the road
One last kiss until our next break
With every mile I love you more
Trees flying by
Sun is low
I’m losing sense of time
Home is still hours away
And the horizon is bathed in golden light.
Weekend's over again
Show is done, guitars are packed
You smile at me as we hit the road
I love the highway life with you
Trees flying by
Sun is low
I’m losing sense of time
Home is still hours away
And the horizon is bathed in golden light.
