So we drove from the coast down the long country roads
Found a cabin to rest, local wine we request
And we spent most that day in my white 98
Singing loud, knowing we had a lot left to see
I’m going back
Crossed the line, another state, sun beats down on our face
Had the good flow of tunes, keepin’ us moving through
Goodnight tex, stay the same, never lost we’d proclaim
Traveled far, still had more, 100 miles to the french quarter
We’re going back
So call me what you will
Can’t and won’t sit still
I’m not running away from anything
I’m running towards it all
City that never sleeps must make time for a dream
Though i won’t be around, swear i won’t let you down
