Rust & Roam

One, two, three, four! (woo!)

Transmission slipping in the passing lane

Smell of cheap oil and the summer rain

Six different misfits in a rusted-out shell

We're chasing down a highway story to tell (let's go!)

And the radiator's screaming a warning tune

But we'll make it to the state line soon

Roll the windows down,

let the static play!

We are broken-down kings on a wild runaway!

Yeah, the engine might blow but the spirit is free Singing loud

in our own key (yeah,

yeah, yeah!)

Jerry's on the floorboards tape-fixing a lead

Sarah's got a map we don't bother to read

Every gig's empty but we don't really care We've got gasoline dreams

and a stage everywhere

No map, no backup,

no plan in sight

Just the headlight beams in the cool black night

Roll the windows down,

let the static play!

We are broken-down kings on a wild runaway!

Yeah, the engine might blow but the spirit is free Singing loud

in our own key (woo-hoo!)

We're still rolling...

Yeah we're still rolling...