Same old, same town
Going nowhere
Need a brand new view in front of me
Don´t need no map, no need to pack
And don´t care much if we come back

Sitting still just wasn´t meant for me
Some folks just go straight and narrow
Turns out that life ain´t right for me
Cause every time we cross state lines
The grass we find on the other side
Always seems to twist up twice as green (hey!)

Well it´s high time you and I got rollin´
Some place else we just gotta be
That beat up van I bought you thought was stolen
Looked like hell but felt like home to me

Strummin´, thumpin´ on the dashboard
Purple haze makes it hard to see
Two rearview dice, three friends of mine
And four bald tires still rollin´ right
Taste of inspiration´s all we need (hey!)

Well it´s high time you and I got rollin´ (like a rollin´ stone)
Some place else we just gotta be
That beat up van I bought you thought was stolen (ain´t been stolen long)
Looked like hell but felt like home to me
Eagles got us down to California (song´s we´re singing on)
Beach Boys got us surfin´ on the sea
We got stoned goin´ up to Colorado (we been smokin´ on)
And couldn´t see the forest for the trees

Better take a picture
Cause baby I can betcha that we won´t be ´round here for long
Freedom train keeps movin´ on
Stoppin´ off and take it slow

Top it off when we get low
Only way that this can last
If you got ass, the grass, or gas

Clappin´, tappin´
Get your groove on
Front seat drums and backseat harmonies
When we drive by your countryside
Stick out your thumb if you need a ride
No one knows just where this road will lead (hey!)

Well it´s high time you and I got rollin´ (like a rollin´ stone)
Some place else we just gotta be
That beat up van I bought you thought was stolen (ain´t been stolen long)
Looked like hell but felt like home to me (woo!)

Eagles got us down to California (song´s we´re singing on)
Beach Boys got us surfin´ on the sea
We got Rocky Mountain high in Colorado (we been smokin´ on)
And couldn´t see the forest for the trees