

(one, two, three, four!)
Four friends in a dusty blue sedan
Folded map but we lost the plan
Missed the turn back at exit nine
But nobody's checking on the time
Smoky barbecue pit on a dead-end street
An old gas station where the state lines meet
We found a local tune on a broken wire (hey,
hey!)
And suddenly we're on fire
Oh,
the wrong road makes the best mistakes!
No matter how long the journey takes!
Every detour is a brand new start
Written on a map inside our heart!
Met an old-timer picking on a front porch swing
With a three-string fiddle making rafters ring
We chased a sunset down a gravel path
All of us falling into heavy laughs (hahaha!)
Oh,
the wrong road makes the best mistakes!
No matter how long the journey takes!
Every detour is a brand new start
Written on a map inside our heart!
Lost with you, yeah,
we're doing fine
Just keep rolling past the county line (doing fine,
doing fine)