Little tumbled weed town
Twenty miles down pas the middle of nowhere
Rusted copper state sign
Last chance for gas if you think you want to leave here
Lazy long haul roller
Pulls to the shoulder for a cigarette and takes a nap
Near a dead-end dirt trail
Leads to a trailer park just beyond the underpass
Well, we grew up out here
Counting down years for another direction
Traded; hand me down dreams
Babe, you and mе, we're gonna make it out of hеre
Meet you out by the street light
Someone called the cops 'cause your mom and dad are drunk again
Not the last of the long nights
Sit and watch the cars on the overpass as we'd pretend
Just imagine what's not but could have been
As the tail lights fade away
And we get on that
Freeway out of this town
Tom Petty playing on the radio
Two lanes, you and me, now
Point to the map; that's where we're gonna go
High roads are better
To become who we are
We'll be together
If we are on that freeway
On that freeway
Should be twenty-three now
Have a few kids and a couple of tattoos
I've been spending my time
Long hauls and nights, I come around to see you
Resting out on the turn pike
Roses and candlelight fenders and busted glass
Near a dead-end dirt trail
Leads to a trailer park just beyond the underpass
Just imagine what's not but could have been
As the tail lights fade away
And we get on that
Freeway out of this town
Tom Petty playing on the radio
Two lanes, you and me, now
Point to the map; that's where we're gonna go
High roads are better
To become who we are
We'll be together
If we are on that freeway
On that freeway
(Just imagine)
And we get on that
Freeway out of this town
Tom Petty playing on the radio
Two lanes, you and me, now
Point to the map; that's where we're gonna go
High roads are better
To become who we are
We'll be together
If we are on that freeway
On that freeway