BLACKTOP RUNAWAYS

What you mean you got no money?
i just gave you twenty-five.
Why you laughing, that ain’t funny.
Oh, no, it ain’t your turn to drive.
Long and winding, we been on that road all day.
Throw the night beneath our wheels.
We’re the blacktop runaways.
When you see the lights pull over.
There’s a little bar around the way.
We can get toasted in the nineteen hundreds right before they slip away.

Rock-n-roll—i knew it was never here to stay.
Throw the songs beneath my wheels.
We’re the blacktop runaways.

Let’s take “The One” and see the ocean.
The city’s choking me again.
Let’s build a fire and drink that potion and throw our fear down in the flames.
Burning, burning, we’re never going back again.
Throw the years beneath our wheels.
We’re the blacktop runaways.
Throw that fear beneath our wheels.
We’re the blacktop runaways.