(Diamond/Zero)
Gonna head out on the highway
the highway is my friend
gonna head out west
where the highway ends
Then I’ll stop in Vancouver
turn south towards LA
twelve hundred miles of surfers
waiting for a wave
There is no trip like a road trip
Nowhere to go nowhere to go
Nowhere to Go But Gone
And I’ll meet a lot of people
and drink a lot of booze
watch a lot of sunsets
go and catch some blues
In a bar down on Beale Street
some Memphis barbeque
home is fourteen hours
if I drive straight through to you
There is no trip like a road trip
Nowhere to go, nowhere to go
Nowhere to Go But Gone
Nowhere to go
There’s nowhere to go but gone
nowhere to run but on
nowhere to go but gone
oh, but when I return
the bridges I burned
have been reassembled
Good to take a breather
good to get some air
good to be reminded
of what it’s like out there
There is no trip like a road trip
Nowhere to go
There’s nowhere to go but gone