And in my mind, we run away

It's getting loud here and everybody here's got so much to say

Still packing bags, filling vans yeah, we're leaving at first light

But wake me up, I don't care, babe, I know we're gonna get it right

We're gonna get it right

This time

Stay clear of the city lights

Wide eyed, headed on a long drive

South bound of the border lines

Sit tight, you know it's gonna feel right

With the highs, come the lows

With the warms and the colds

And don't know where we're gonna go

But it's gonna feel like home, yeah

Fall in love with the Milky Way

It's getting late, Mister Moon, won't you tell me a story or two, I'm dozing off soon

The foggy windows in the morning, we draw on the glass

Waking up slow with your head on my heart

And take it back to the start

When we got it right

That time

Stay clear of the city lights

Wide eyed, headed on a long drive

South bound of the border lines

Sit tight, you know it's gonna feel right

With the highs, come the lows

With the warms and the colds

And don't know where we're gonna go

But it's gonna feel like home, yeah

You know it's gonna feel like home

It's always gonna feel like home