4 a.m. driving. New Mexico, we're arriving
Second day straight of driving
Rumble strips waking. A tired "Are you o.k.?"
7 o'clock philosophy makes things seem okay
But I'm alright if you're alright
These last hundred miles have just been bringing me down
But if you turn up the radio and roll down the windows so we can scream at the top of our lungs
I see love as fading, but you say it is waiting somewhere out there…at least you swear
L.A. was so crazy. The cell phone charge is draining. Get home fast, 'cause they're all waiting
Cause I'm alright if you're alright
These last hundred miles have just been bringing me down
But if you turn up the radio and roll down the windows so we can scream at the top of our lungs
Oh home is just around the bend
Oh, home is just around the bend
So I'm alright