When I grow up I want to be Traveling with you next to me With bad tattoos and a calloused throat Well be singing to keep ourselves afloat And we'll play wherever theyll take us in I'll play guitar, you play mandolin And when the barman puts away the seats We'll take it out onto the streets Like we used to when we were twenty-one.
And on Tuesdays we'll go to the laundromat With the money that we collect from the hat Jam the coins into the washing machine Rinse and spin, extra dirty, cold wash clean And as we wait for our clothes to dry I'll sing for you a lullaby or You can rest you weary head on my lap I'll drive tonight you just take a nap In the backseat, because baby I'm alright to drive.
We must have traveled this Pacific Highway A thousand times by now But every time I do I notice something new And I'm not ready yet to settle down With the house and kids and debt I hope I never ask myself the question Has my life even started yet?
And were holding hands on the side of the road Superglue, I hope it never gets old It's raining hard and we're broken down Waiting for a tow to the nearest town But I don't really care about the inclement weather I just want to make sweet music together Traveling the coast without a destination Even if we are without transportation We'll catch the train home Wherever that may be tonight.
We must have traveled this Pacific Highway A thousand times by now But every time I do I notice something new And I'm not ready yet to settle down With the house and kids and debt I hope I never ask myself the question Has my life even started yet?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
