[00:18.190]Top down, hair wild, the sun's a golden dome[00:22.978]No map in my hands, no clock on my phone[00:27.207]The radio's playing something soft and sweet and low[00:31.675]Just a pink horizon and a nowhere road to go[00:37.021]Dashboard humming, the air tastes like salt[00:40.691]No destination, and that's nobody's fault[00:45.718]The palms wave slow like they're waving just for me[00:50.185]I'm a satellite falling into the sea[00:54.972]Ocean Drive cruising, nothing to prove[00:59.201]The car's a silver bullet and the world's a velvet groove[01:04.228]Sunshine in my bloodstream, freedom in the breeze[01:09.334]I ain't chasing nothing—I'm just chasing the degrees[01:17.632]Pastel hotel, a mirage in the haze[01:20.983]I stop for gasoline and stand there in a daze[01:26.090]The attendant smiles and says "where you headed, man?"[01:30.638]I point to the sky and say "anywhere I land"[01:35.425]Wheels keep turning through the golden afternoon[01:39.573]The engine's singing some forgotten disco tune[01:44.043]No past behind me, no future I demand[01:48.510]Just the steering wheel resting easy in my hand[01:53.218]Ocean Drive cruising, nothing to prove[01:57.367]The car's a silver bullet and the world's a velvet groove[02:01.995]Sunshine in my bloodstream, freedom in the breeze[02:07.579]I ain't chasing nothing—I'm just chasing the degrees[02:16.754]F l o a t i n g down the boulevard...[02:23.401]Glitter on the water...[02:25.551]A million colors...[02:27.167]and not a single border...[02:30.000]The city is a postcard...[02:31.875]and I'm the signature...[02:53.826]Ocean Drive cruising... (keep moving)[03:02.646]Ocean Drive cruising... (the feeling's soothing)[03:08.098]I ain't chasing nothing... just chasing the degrees...[03:16.561]just the breeze...[03:20.904]and the degrees...