High Time

Same old same town going nowhere

Need a brand new view in front of me

Don't need no map no need to pack

And don't care much if we come back

Sittin' still just wasn't meant for me

Some folks just go straight and narrow

Turns out that life ain't right for me

'Cause every time we 'cross state lines

The grass we find on the other side

Always seems to twist up twice as green

Well it's high time you and I got rollin'

Some place else we just gotta be

That beat up van I bought you thought was stolen

Looked like hell but felt like home to me

Strummin' thumpin' on the dashboard

Purple haze makes it hard to see

Two rearview dice three friends of mine

And four bald tires still rollin right

Taste of inspiration's all we need

Well it's high time you and I got rollin'

Like a rollin' stone

Some place else we just gotta be

That beat up van I bought you thought was stolen

Ain't been stollen long

Looked like hell but felt like home to me

Eagles got us down to California

Songs we're singing on

Beach boys got us surfin' on the sea

We got stoned goin' up to colorado

We been smoking' on

And couldn't see the forest for the trees

Better take a picture

'Cause baby I can betcha that

We won't be round here for long

Freedom train keeps movin' on

Stoppin' off and take it slow

Top it off when we get low

Only way that this can last

If you got a*s the grass or gas

Clappin' tappin' get your groove on

Front seat drums and back seat harmonies

When we drive by your country side

Stick out your thumb if you need a ride

No one knows just where this road will lead

Well it's high time you and I got rollin'

Like a rollin' stone

Some place else we just gotta be

That beat up van I bought you thought was stolen

Ain't been stollen long

Looked like hell but felt like home to me

Eagles got us down to California

Songs we're singing on

Beach boys got us surfin' on the sea

We got rocky mountain high in colorado

We been smoking' on

And couldn't see the forest for the trees