Such a bright, sunny day out we got here.
Driving on the highway.
Free as a bird.
Doing 85 and smiling about it.
As I sit in the passenger seat,
I long to kiss you.
Where you are driving
I don't know.
And I don't care.
Because you are taking me there,
to be free.
On the highway,
I am who I am.
I am with you.
The music is blasting
and cops are passing.
We smile grand
and don't give a damn.
They always told us
"once you drive on the highway,
you'll never be the same."
I guess they were right,
because I don't care.
Can you hear our laughter?
It's louder than our music.
Enjoy the experience
they also go on to us.
Sure, we will,
but will you?
Next time you're ever going nowhere,
take the highway.
You'll thank us later.
8/16/2003
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