She sits by his side
On vinyl seats
Her thighs are stickin'

It's hot, it could be July
This Texas heat
Will start you thinkin'

By and by
I'm getting closer to it.
So drive down 35
To Mexico
Get there by morning
And leave this town behind
Their little minds
Will teach us nothing
By and by
I'm getting closer to this
And extraordinary visions in your head
Let them overtake you
Technicolor dreams might scare you
But life is much too ordinary

By and by
I'm getting closer to this
By and by
I'm getting closer to this
By and by
I'm getting closer to this