4 a.m. driving. New Mexico, we're arriving

Second day straight of driving

Rumble strips waking. A tired "Are you o.k.?"

7 o'clock philosophy makes things seem okay

But I'm alright if you're alright

These last hundred miles have just been bringing me down

But if you turn up the radio and roll down the windows so we can scream at the top of our lungs

I see love as fading, but you say it is waiting somewhere out there…at least you swear

L.A. was so crazy. The cell phone charge is draining. Get home fast, 'cause they're all waiting

Cause I'm alright if you're alright

These last hundred miles have just been bringing me down

But if you turn up the radio and roll down the windows so we can scream at the top of our lungs

Oh home is just around the bend

Oh, home is just around the bend

So I'm alright