In my mind we runaway Its getting loud here, everybody heres, got so much to say Packing bags, filling vans, we're leaving at first light Wake me, I don't care. I know We're gonna get it right We're gonna get it right, this time
Stay clear of the city lights Wide eyed, headed on a long drive Southbound of the border line Sit tight, you know its gonna feel right With the highs, come the lows With the warms, and the colds Don't know where we're gonna go But it's gonna feel like home
Fall in love with the Milky Way Its getting late Mr moon won't you Tell me a story two I'm dozing off soon Foggy windows in the morning we draw on the glass Waking up slow with your head on my heart Take it back to the start When we got it right, that time
Stay clear of the city lights Wide eyed, headed on a long drive Southbound of the border line Sit tight, you know its gonna feel right With the highs, come the lows With the warms, and the colds Don't know where we're gonna go But its gonna feel like homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
