"Road Trip" lyrics

I was sitting back, trying to find my place
Staring at the walls and empty space
Why I could I never ever see it through?
Singin' da-da-da-da-da

So we left the morning down the 85
Smoking out the window, and we're getting real high
And I know everything gonna be just fine
Singin' da-da-da-da-da

(Ooh)

We were making good time about quarter to nine
'Till the car gave out at the borderline
Then we left that piece of junk on the side of the road
Singin' da-da-da-da-da

Hopped on a bus down to New Orleans
Pocket full of change and a Cali dream
Somewhere along the way wound up in Austin, Texas!
Singin' da-da-da-da-da

Where the words we say should never go unsaid
And the places where we lie become our beds

(Ooh)

Nowhere to be found, but I'm on my way
Why'd you have to leave town when you could've just stayed

Singin' da-da-da-da-da