Sun's About to Rise, Sleepy Eyes

We're going. Going. Gone. Gone to a place of unbridled freedom. Slamming back sunshine and raising our glasses to the rising moon. The wind in our faces. A 'do you trust me' flame in our eyes and a savage grin that makes the steeliest of men feel nervous. Mincing no words with haters trying to wreck our high as we motor along. Meet Turn Loose.