LET’S JUST DRIVE

(Timothy Brickley & David Rheins)

I wish we could just hop in the Aerostar

and get the hell out of here.

Down to New Orleans for a week or two

stay at that same fleabag down in the Quarter.

Let's just drive, let's just drive.

Stop by a grocery, get some apples and grapes

just like we used to do.

Pop in a truck stop, cop some dollar cassettes,

listen to "Uncle Albert" ten times in a row.

Let's just drive, let's just drive.

Let's just drive, let's just drive.

Let’s just drive. Let’s just drive.

Chasing the sun down the gold summer fields,

smell the fresh rain, a quick thunderstorm passes.

one of those talks when we feel so connected,

show me your pictures, I'll tell you my stories

Let's just drive, let's just drive.

Let’s just drive, let’s just drive.

That perfect feeling, an unplanned vacation.

Let’s just drive, wake up in the morning, pick a direction.

Let's just drive, let everything pass us by.

Let's just drive, it's all good, we're all OK,

put it on a card, baby that's the way.

Live for the moment, tomorrow we'll pay.

Let's just drive, let's just drive.

I know you're long gone baby.

Let’s just drive.

Let’s just drive, that perfect feeling, an unplanned vacation.

Let’s just drive, wake up in the morning, pick a direction.

Let’s just drive, it's once in a lifetime, you're one in six billion.

Let’s without any warning, we're here and we're living.

Let's just drive.

                                                                        Copyright 1997, Timothy Brickley & David Rheins.