Fluffy clouds and rubber bands
Duct-scotch-tape and moving vans
I say it’s what you wish
You say it’s what you do
You want somewhere new,
I say that’s still untrue.
Road, long road, probably ends at the moon
Got to get the trip done, get it over with soon.
The cat’s at top volume,
I didn’t know there was room.
The car’s a mess, there’s a elbow in my ear
On second thought, it’s probably a good thing I can’t hear
The dog wants out, the siblings’ screams are high
I think we’re probably lost and I’m about to die.
The radio’s playin’ some forgotten song
Why is this road trip so bloody long?!
The car is hot and the windows are broke
What I wouldn’t give for a cold Diet coke.
Luggage piled from the floor to my knee
Stevie threw his soda; it exploded on me.
I think the cat got out, there’s tears in my face.
Maybe a meteor will fall on this place.
Why oh why did I come on this trip?
Oh yes, I forgot: Mom paid me a tip.
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