Hook: Ah can you feel it feel it rushed out the door with a strange feeling
No goodbyes did you think I was leaving
Guess its a last minute trip
On and on and on with the daily stresses of life
Light up a pipe your bright
Now I need more than the flight
Put it on autopilot for the rest of the night
Give me certified sikes 95s smugglers price
I need to go and get gone
Get lost so I can find myself
And pack my bags but got em full of something else
Im from a nuclear family imploding on itself
Drive through the desert no water hoping you wish me well
Wishing well quarters for pink piggy banks
Burning man burning now Im lost in the ranks
(Spanish)
Watching the tequila sun rise
So many vultures in the sky
Circling my ride you would think its feeding time
Hook
Guess its a last minute trip
Its a minute past diminish not a minute past later
Getting travel tips of a carlos casternator
Ive taken journeys before but never this intact
Pushed on the door to explore now I cant go back
What a mess
Clean toe but we know that each sole
The center of its world till it elopes
And the sky dives high off a cliff
Grand canyon
Cant see the heavens if your feet are still standing
Junior
Reality is tryin to ruin ya
Ride with me forget about the bullsh** pursuing ya
Woulda packed bags but this trip just wasnt planned
And whats a man need but the water and the land
Pick a song and 6 plants pocket full of high
Quit your day job theyll just dock it till you die
Pick up a pink slip and follow with the tribe
And be sure to send a post card from the other side
Goodbye