Gettin’ Home

Oh, man,

It’s like we’re driving
with our eyes closed,
flying down the highway
with no plans for gettin’ home
safe and sound

I never was a wild child
Kept my thoughts to myself
Liked to talk to funny girls
But mostly watched everyone else

Oh, man,

I ain’t got no experience
living life quite like this
And I ain’t got no innocence
after living life like this

Like driving with our eyes closed
and our hands up in the air,
gambling lives along the freeway
with no hopes for gettin’ home
safe and sound

Gettin’ Home

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