Freeway

Little tumbled weed town Twenty miles down pas the middle of nowhere Rusted copper state sign Last chance for gas if you think you want to leave here Lazy long haul roller Pulls to the shoulder for a cigarette and takes a nap Near a dead-end dirt trail Leads to a trailer park just beyond the underpass Well, we grew up out here Counting down years for another direction Traded; hand me down dreams Babe, you and mе, we're gonna make it out of hеre Meet you out by the street light Someone called the cops 'cause your mom and dad are drunk again Not the last of the long nights Sit and watch the cars on the overpass as we'd pretend Just imagine what's not but could have been As the tail lights fade away And we get on that Freeway out of this town Tom Petty playing on the radio Two lanes, you and me, now Point to the map; that's where we're gonna go High roads are better To become who we are We'll be together If we are on that freeway On that freeway Should be twenty-three now Have a few kids and a couple of tattoos I've been spending my time Long hauls and nights, I come around to see you Resting out on the turn pike Roses and candlelight fenders and busted glass Near a dead-end dirt trail Leads to a trailer park just beyond the underpass Just imagine what's not but could have been As the tail lights fade away And we get on that Freeway out of this town Tom Petty playing on the radio Two lanes, you and me, now Point to the map; that's where we're gonna go High roads are better To become who we are We'll be together If we are on that freeway On that freeway (Just imagine) And we get on that Freeway out of this town Tom Petty playing on the radio Two lanes, you and me, now Point to the map; that's where we're gonna go High roads are better To become who we are We'll be together If we are on that freeway On that freeway