Long Ride Home - Michael Franti, Spearhead

It’s a long ride home

It’s a long ride home

You and me would always be

Dreaming of places we would never ever get to see

Like Indonesia or Zanzabar

But every night we’d end up at a local bar

Somebody told me don’t stare at horizons

Unless you are ready to run

So let’s save our money and buy a car

So we can we can drive all the way across America

One day closer till my number comes

We gonna keep on burnin' till the night is gone

It’s a long ride home

It’s a long ride home

It’s a long ride home

We drove down the Mississippi past a bus of hippies

Drinking 40s and rolling up some sticky icky

Under the stars or maybe even Mars

Muscle cars are smoking up the boulevard

You look pretty out of the city

You said you love me and there’s no place you wanna go alone

One day closer till my number comes

We gonna keep on burnin' till the night is gone

It’s a long ride home

It’s a long ride home

So take me away

Take me away

Take me away

One day closer till my number comes

We gonna keep on burnin' till the night is gone

It’s a long ride home

So take me away (Why don’t you take me away)

Take me away (Why don’t you take me away)

Take me away

One day closer till my number comes

We gonna keep on burnin' till the night is gone

It’s a long ride home

It’s a long ride home