And there ain't no way I'm comin' home this week.
Forty dollar tank. And I'm in transit half the time, my reasons all flown out the window.

Somehow those distances kept growin', but it just goes to attest, we're acting off the cuff, we're tryin' on what seems to be the best.
So wrap yourself around me. What's goin' on here?
I haven't had a chance to stop and rest this whole year.

We ride down the highway.
Illuminate these flashes headed our way.
And we ride down the interstate.
Electricity, it never seemed so easy to make.

And there ain't no way I'm missing out this week.
Invisible. Ephemeral insouciance, we unite our beliefs.
Yeah, we're runnin' somewhere.
We'll build our own damn fire.
The bottom line: the only way to go is to go anywhere at all.

Chorus