late at night silence is my greatest friend sometimes just the headlights and an aching to be far away from home When we load out you ask me if we have music on the radio When I plugged in all you wanted to hear was the song that you knew and how you had a Roman Candle too Far away (I'm still missing you now) behind the wheel the road goes on forever in my mind The city lights and the pavement seems to beat with me in time I know back home they want me to be safe and wish me well I save my dimes and maybe we'll make enough to get us by and get onto the next show tomorrow Far away (I'm still missing you now) A stranger's bed to sleep upon is never as good as your own soon we'll be on our way back home Far Away (I'm still missing you now)

I woke up on the wrong side of the world, I miss my girl 18 days till I can go back home, to see my girl 9 months in a foreign land Chasing ghosts and losing friends I can't wait to get back home to you Let's rent a car in Baltimore Take a drive down to the shore I wanna know what I've been fighting for, what I'm fighting for Don't want to tell you what I've had to do, I just need you A few more days our dreams will all come true, see you soon Sounds like we've got one more job Then I will be coming home I can't wait to fall in to your arms Let's take off up to New York City Wear that dress you look so pretty I've got a big surprise in store for you Just say I do, I'll say it too Sometimes it gets hard for us and things don't go as planned Life is just a breath away no way to understand. So bury me out in the country Hope you'll be alright without me Make sure to wear a flower in your hair I'll always be there, I'll always be there.

Drive, Drive, Drive It’s 4am we get the kids in the car Mom and Dad are barely awake Got a long way to go to get to Texas Got 23 hours to make It’s dark outside, the kids are asleep Mom is too, don’t dare turn on the radio Gotta get through Atlanta in 4 or 5 Don’t hit it at 7 or you’ll be stuck for days Stop to get some coffee, the kids are still out If I’m quiet maybe we’ll push on through On this drive…drive, drive, drive On this drive…drive, drive, drive It’s 10 in the mornin’, the kids are awake We stop to get some breakfast and the little one wants pancakes We look for the border headin’ out of GA Through Alabama, now, which beltway do we take The kids’ll watch some movies to help pass the time Lookin’ out the window at the yellow line Head for Louisiana to stop halfway Cruise on down the 12 to find a place to stay We’re far away from home, it feels kinda strange I hope they have a pool so that the kids can play Head off to bed and get some rest So we can get up early and do it all over again On this drive…drive, drive, drive Yeh this drive…drive, drive, drive Get up in the mornin’ it’s a brand new day Gas up the minivan we’re on our way Finish out the 12, and merge on the 10 That’s where we’ll be until we get to the end Of this drive…drive, drive, drive Yeh this drive…drive, drive, drive For lunch we try to find some Louisiana cuisine My son’ll try the gator tail the girls say ‘No, not me’ Back on the road the Texas line on our mind Then it’s 6 more hours to the San Anton’ line Look out the window you can see for a mile The land is golden it ain’t rained in a while Even though we’re in Texas there’s a long way to go We’ve come so far but it just seems so slow On this drive…drive, drive, drive Yeh this drive…drive, drive, drive We find our destination and it’s really late It seemed to take forever but we made it safe We see our Nana and Grampa, it’s good to be With the people we love in our family Wish it were closer, wish we had more time Wish that they could send us through the telephone line I know the kids will remember, They’ll never forget The time we spent together on the interstate On this drive…drive, drive, drive Yeh this drive…drive, drive, drive Etc.

Road Trip, Road Trip Kiss the sky just for the fun of it Solar sailing off, hey you wanna lift? In my rocket ship California, calamazoo mojave desert up to the moon sky's the limit, we'll hit it And keep moving Pacific Ocean, Atlantic too San Francisco is great in June Savannah GA, is the place We're gonna do it 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Ignition Grand Canyon looks mighty deep Dallas Texas then off to Mississippi New places, faces we gonna see em New York City to Tennessee Nashville has the songs make you feel free All across this country and the galaxy 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Up to the sun!

Well he met her in a airport bar She was drinking margaritas Said she was heading down to Cabo He was heading home to Phoenix From another sales convention Trying to sell ceramic heaters It was a bad dream She said she was from Memphis Where she dealt in ATMs Home of Sun and Stax and Ardent But she'd never heard of them Still he found he might be smitten With the fatale if not the femme It was a bad dream She left him with a number, said to call her up sometime And I'd go so far to guess some of those digits might have been genuine But he stored that slip away like he was going to build a shrine He saw the future He got his momma's keys for his daddy's Pontiac Dad had checked in at the VA home and he wasn't coming back He'd been down to triple A, got him a triptych and a LoJack And it was blue skies Take a little ride, you never know how far You might just get away clean tonight In an American car He changed the oil, gassed her up, checked the lock on all the doors He bought a sleeping bag, a gps, and a cooler full of Coors He left the keys to his office up on top the chest of drawers And he was gone By midnight he'd seen a thousand Arizona pines He'd flown around the world but never driven cross the state line Lightning storm in the desert was like the hand of the divine In the deep, dark night Watched the sun come up out near the Cadillac Ranch Caught some sleep in Amarillo but he woke up in a trance Thought of stopping by his sister's, she was living down in Long Branch, But he kept on driving Nothing ever felt so free as that Oklahoma afternoon Caught a radio station out of Little Rock playing nothing but Pat Boone By the time he crossed into Tennessee, he was howling at the moon His hands were shaking Take a little ride, you never know how far You might just get away clean tonight In an American car He called the number on the note the second he hit town But the line was disconnected but that hardly slowed him down Five minutes on the Google, yeah, he managed to track her down He thought he was kinda clever Meathead at the door of a house the size of an airplane hanger Turns out she was busy, she'd been shacked up with a banker Much to his surprise he couldn't find a trace of anger He just got in that car and drove Take a little ride, you never know how far You might just get away clean tonight In an American car

Harry Harry your hands are freezing Got sell this parrot to Petey the blind kid so we can be leaving Hop in the shaggin wagon and drive all night Heading to Aspen to return this briefcase to Mary Samsonite Trick Seabass and the boys into paying for our grub Find a happy place so I can handle man love Touch blue make it true triple stamp the double stamp Mockingbird hitchhikers in the back of the van Mock Yeah Ing Yeah Bird Yeah It got nippy in the pass That John Denver's full of shit Now we're headin' to a place where the beer flows like wine And the beautiful women instinctively flock like the salmon of Capistrano Suckin back some of grandpas old cough medicine The cop yells pullover I say it's a cardigan thanks for noticing Just when you think you couldn't possibly be any dumber, you go and do something like this No food, no jobs, our pets heads are falling off Totally redeem yourself Mock Yeah Ing Yeah Bird Yeah Nippy in the pass That John Denver's full of shit Hey, wanna hear the most annoying sound in the world? EIHNGGHGGKGHGHRKHNG