Baby what'd you say we just get lost

Leave this one horse town like two rebels without a cause

I've got people in Boston aint your daddy still in the morn

We can pack up tomorrow tonight lets flip a coin



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Heads Carolina, tails California

Somewhere greener somewhere warmer

Up in the mountains down by the ocean

Where it don't matter as long as we're going somewhere together

I've got a quarter heads Carolina, tails California





We can don what we own in the back of a Utah van

Couple modern day Moses, searching for the Promised Land

We can go four hundred miles before we stop for gas

We can drive for a day, and then we'll take a look at the map



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We're gonna get outta here if we gotta ride a greyhound bus

We're bound to out run the bad luck that’s trailing us



(Chorus fades into end