Wasn't that long ago. I was skipping school with a lunchbox. Pigtails in my hair. Where did the time go. One minute I'm playing in the sandbox. How'd I get to here from there.
On a highway bound for nowhere. I ran my fingers through my tangled hair. As I pulled in for another tank of freedom. With a hundred miles behind me. And a million more to go.
Across a crowded room. I can't keep my eyes off you. You take my breath away. Looking at me now. I know what you are thinking about. You are thinking about the way.
Fire up the motor baby, I'm already packed. I'll ride shotgun, navigate, throw the cooler in the back. Let's try and get us lost. Anywhere you want to go.