(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