Out of the highways That span to the seas The one that I'd take Never stops in-between A whole three thousand mile road With one brief pause in Yellowstone
If the day comes In which you decide You want to waste some And go for a drive Well I'll be ready when you call For Highway 20 in the fall
We'd be the quintessential leads Who found love in the latter teens I guess we'll wait and see
Specific shores wet The terminus lies Pacific Northwest The end of the ride With rolls of photos to compile We won't see oceans for awhile
From Massachusetts The lights all went down Across the US In its cities and towns The main spots I consider home The Rust Belt and the driftless zone
The way you thought your life might be It fell apart in the latter teens It always gets to meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
