I was sitting back trying to find my place
Staring at the walls and empty space
Why could I never ever see it through
Singin' da-da-da-da-da
So we left in the morning down the 85
Smokin' out the window and we're getting real high
And I know everything's gonna be just fine
Singin' da-da-da-da-da
Oooh
We were making good time about a quarter to nine
Until the car gave out at the borderline
Then we left that piece of junk on the side of the road
Singin' da-da-da-da-da
Hopped on a bus down in New Orleans
Pocket full of change and a Cali dream
Somewhere along the way wound up in Austin, Texas
Singin' da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Where the words we say should never go unsaid
And the places where we lie become our beds
Oooh
Nowhere to be found
But I'm on my way
Why'd you have to leave town
When you could have just stayed
Oooh
Singin' da-da-da-da-da
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