Drive out west to the tune of the whippoorwills

Cross state lines, going to Catskill

Follow the moon, no need for a map

The road that brings us there

Will be the one to take us back

And youth yearns the wild indigo

To paint the sky blue and set the moon aglow

Tollbooth fares and gas stations

Fill up the car with conversation

Rest your feet upon the dash

There's no rush

To find the road that'll bring us back

And youth yearns the wild indigo

To paint the sky blue and set the moon aglow

Midnight drive on our way back

The sun will rise, the time will pass

An hour or so for stories to tell

Though time will fly

Like the wings of the whippoorwill

And youth yearns the wild indigo

To paint the sky blue and set the moon aglow

Drive out west to the tune of the whippoorwill

Cross state lines going to Catskill

Going to Catskill