Interstate Vision
Interstate Vision
Driving by orange jumpsuits on the highway
You’ll smile at me and I’ll look away
You take my right hand, your left one’s on the wheel
As we bump down the road
And I didn’t mean to leave you alone
But adventure calls my phone more than you call me
And I didn’t mean to leave you back at home
But in the end it was you who wanted me gone
Interstate vision
Let me go
Let me go
Let me go
Volkswagen Bus broke down on the side of the highway
I let go of your hand as your smile fades
I’m outta food, outta gas, outta cash
I wanna go home now
Interstate vision
Let me go
Let me go
Let me go
And I didn’t mean to leave you alone
Because now I know that adventure is just danger in disguise
And I didn’t mean to leave you back at home
But I ran away and you’ll never know why
(I don’t know why)
Interstate vision
Let me go
Let me go
Let me go
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