Piece it together baby, and when you’re done I’ll grab the wheel.
I’ll do anything, yea anything to get out of here.
Don’t need no reason, we dont have no rhyme.
Just a urge to break free
So baby lets take a ride.
Lets put some miles between what they think they know, and the real you and me.
Give them something to fuss about: lets make history.
The pedal wont let up, till we are miles away.
From 24 hour ihops to fireworks stands… (That are closed today.)
So lets start something new and see how long this white truck will last.
Yea babe lets go anywhere, yea anywhere fast.
A poem I wrote for a good friend of mine a while back. Two kids, one summer, one crazy ride :)