Letras
Singing Fleetwood Mac, reading Kerouac
With an old Kodak on the dashboard
Carolina pines, Georgia on my mind
Crossing state lines to the gulf shore
Or a gateway to the west, yeah, Colorado's blessed
I'll invest my time in the gold rush
Put on your sunglasses, yeah, we're striking matches
To all this madness behind us
There's no guarantee
We got everything we need
Gonna chase the sun, make a little fun
While we're willing and able
Got to shoot your shot, give it all you got
Laying all our cards on the table
Got to carpe the diem
Road trip, museum
Burn up all the gas in the tank
Put your money, money, money in the memory bank
Put your money, money in the memory bank
(One, two, out we go)
Snacks at a gas station, a billboard education
Parks across nation to see
I know we gotta eat and gas ain't cheap
But, baby, making love is free
There's no guarantee
We got everything we need
Gonna chase the sun, make a little fun
While we're willing and able
Got to shoot your shot, give it all you got
Laying all our cards on the table
Got to carpe the diem
Road trip, museum
Burn up all the gas in the tank
Put your money, money, money in the memory bank
Put your money, money in the memory bank
Take the ones you love
Make the memories run
Like a river in the sun
Let 'em shine, make 'em fine
Because we only got so much time
Gonna chase the sun, make a little fun
While we're willing and able
Got to shoot your shot, give it all you got
Laying all our cards on the table
Got to carpe the diem
Road trip, museum
Burn up all the gas in the tank
Put your money, money, money in the memory bank
Put your money, money, money in the memory bank
Put your money, money, money in the memory bank