(Verse 1) It was just a little early wake up, 4 a.m. time to roll Gotta get out on that lost highway, let it take its toll Car full of happy people, my foot down on the gas Rest stop up ahead, but this time we’re gonna pass Two miles later the car breaks down, yeah that’s just our luck Cars fly by, they don’t stop, nobody gives a fuck So we hitched a little ride with a trucker, hope I never see that car again Let it stand there like a marker of the places we've all been (Chorus) This trip well it might kill us, we might not make it back It’s the journey not the destination - so cut us some slack We’re all on our way to somewhere, just don’t know where or when Till we look back on all the places that we’ve been. (Verse 2) The trucker told us crazy stories of his life out on the road Town to town, heavy miles, carrying that load All the faces that he’s known, all the love and sin Said life out on that highway, ain’t always wearin’ thin He dropped us in a little town, that’s where we met old sam Headed in the same direction, in a big old beat up van The back was full of liquor, and a dog named little flynn Another stop, another story, another place that we’ve all been (Chorus) This trip well it might kill us, we might not make it back It’s the chances that we're taking - so cut us some slack We’re all on our way to somewhere, we just don’t know where or when Till we look back on all the places that we’ve been. (Verse 3) We played songs and told bad jokes, drank more than we should Another hundred miles on this good old trip feeling pretty good But the dog had to stop for a minute – that's when it became clear Old Sam drove off without us - cause we drank all his beer We walked until our shoes fell off, then we all started to fight Found ourselves a cheap motel to crash in for the night Clerk half-asleep behind the desk, asking with a grin “Where you boys been traveling from? Tell me where you’ve been?” (Chorus) This trip well it might kill us, we might not make it back Mistakes are made it’s all in fun - so cut us some slack We’re all on our way to somewhere, we just don’t know where or when Till we look back on all the places that we’ve been. (Bridge) That's when we might a guy named Harry, and his girlfriend Norma Jean She had these wild eyes and the biggest tits we’ve ever seen. Norman Jean looked at the four of us, said where do we begin? Some nights turn into stories ’bout the places that we’ve been Later found a car in the parking lot with its windows rolled down wide Looked at each other and realized I said, “Boys, this is our ride.” Don’t remember where we’re headed, just know we had to go Freedom’s just another word for moving down the road (Chorus) Some day the cops might catch us they’ll try to take us back So we’ll make the most of every mile, so cut us some slack We’re all on our way to somewhere, we just don’t know where or when Till we look back on all the places that we’ve been. (Final Chorus) This trip well it might kill us, we might not make it back It’s the journey not the destination - so cut us some slack We’re all on our way to somewhere, just don’t know where or when Till we’re telling stories ’bout the places that we’ve been
