The Road Song
I'll hide in the backseat
Of your old camaro
I feel the excitement
Run straight through the marrow
Of every bone in my body
As we drive past Houston
We run out of gas
I've got no solution
So we stay one more night in
A city that won't sleep
I pray to God
He says its not that deep
But I swear it's the best thing thats ever
Happened to me
So I try not to smile as I hide my teeth
Face down in the morning
I start the earl gray
You say at this point
We'll get there by Sunday
Makes sense to me
Because that's the Lords day
You feel like a prayer
Or a curse or a blessing
Every city we drive past
Leaves me alone in the guessing
But I just feel lucky to be here
With you on the highway
I know if we keep on driving
We'll make it there some day
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