combing chlorinated hair it's still an adventure counting dead deer
umm some things could be better making tracks when autumn's nearly over
on the road together
sunshine, words that rhyme, sleeping side by side
prairie strolls to water holes buzzing with dragonflies
pit-stop for junk and coffee
petrol and dynamite displays outside
adult swim in an economical inn
then we turn out the light
you call shotgun and we laugh as chilton struggles with "what's your sign girl?"
stealing motel condiments on our leap in the dark long weekend thrill
building on what we thought was broke, to cartoons and bedside radio
hush, hush, baby ooo
tell me that you'll think it through 'cause road trip or not I believe it's you
that forty has gone to your head
let's talk about it when we're straight again
hush, hush, baby ooo
I don't want anything to cause us any harm
watch for the medicated men inside thier trucks
late afternoon, driving in your car, on our way back home