That Interstate Travel is rough. Makes you late for all sorts of things.
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Driving down the interstate corridor
Moving down the eastern seaboard
It gets lonely in Georgia streets
When all you can see are trees
B->A->G->A
I don’t know if I’m still here
I don’t know if I’m still here
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But I’ll keep on driving
The moss is hanging like heart attacks
The trains are stuck on their tracks
It gets balmy in the ocean thickets
When all you hear are crickets
I don’t know if I’m still here
I don’t know if I’m still here
But I’ll keep on driving
I-95, I-295, 85 Miles per hour
1-4, Highway 24, 75 miles per hour
The state of peaches the state of flowers
The state of sunshine the state of lovers
I don’t know if I’m still here
I don’t know if I’m still here
But I’ll keep on driving
I plan on speeding, leaving them in the dust
I plan on going as fast as I must
I don’t know if I’m still here
I don’t know if I’m still here
I don’t know if I’m still here
I don’t know if I’m still here
But I’ll keep on driving
Driving down the interstate corridor
Moving down the eastern seaboard
