I keep my pocket change in a Jim Beam bottle I saved from a wild night One day I'll bust it open in the backyard And I'll hop on the very first flight I've been playing my way from town to town But it leaves me wanting something more So if you see me up there in that silver lining Then you'll know I'm headed for the shore I'll be flying away to Virginia I'll be counting the stars underneath her sky Drinking her wine down by the ocean I just hope I fill that bottle up before I lose my mind
I've got a friend in Carolina I haven't seen for some time I'll give her a call and ask her to meet me at the state line We can get in the car and drive up the coast with our dark sunglasses on And I'll pretend I'm free forever and that I never have to go home
We'll be flying away to Virginia We'll be counting the stars underneath her sky Drinking her wine down by the ocean I just hope I fill that bottle up before I lose my mind
Flying away to Virginia Counting the stars underneath her sky Drinking her wine down by the ocean I just hope I fill that bottle up before I lose my mind I just hope I fill that bottle up before I lose my mind.