A driving hot day The whiskey warms my body Out through the desert Were passing means were on our way Were on our way out of LA
The snowy Converse Melt on me while I'm walking So sick and broken Not gonna make it past halfway Were on our way out of LA
On and on and on and on and on and on We won't be long And on and on and on and on and on and on We don't be long We won't belong
Basements Wisconsin The Abbey Lounge in Boston A floor to sleep on A two-month bender so I say Were on our way out of LA
On and on and on and on and on and on We won't be long And on and on and on and on and on and on We don't belong, we won't be long We don't belong, we won't belong
Hey hey hey, Hey hey hey No oh oh, no oh
No concrete ocean Nobody telling me to But we keep looking For those we've lost along the way While on our way out of LA
We won't be long, we won't be long, We don't belong, we won't be long,