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