I was sitting back, trying to find my place
Staring at the walls and empty space
Why I could I never ever see it through?
Singin' dadadadada
So we left the morning down the 85
Smoking out the window and we're getting real high
And I know everything gonna be just fine
Singin' dadadadada
Oooh
We were making good time about quarter to nine
Till the car gave out at the borderline
Then we left that piece of junk on the side of the road
Singin' dadadadada
Hopped on a bus down to New Orleans
Pocket full of change and a Cali dream
Somewhere along the way wound up in Austin, Texas!
Singin' dadadadada
Where the words we say should never go unsaid
And the places where we lie become our beds
Oooh
Nowhere to be found but I'm on my way
Why'd you have to leave town when you could've just stayed
Singin' dadadadada
