Roadtrip / Bridges Lyrics

I was sick of home and now I'm homesick

Heading for the coast in a worn out stick shift

Found on the floor at four in the morning

Trying not to puke

And it's a lot, a lot, it's a lot

It's a lot, a lot, a lot, it's a lot

You'll find me at my leave

Though I have no where I've got to be

I was trying hard to find myself and found

Something else

Everything else

But I will go home

Oh just like this

Freezing cold in fear of crisis

I'll find a home

Where will grow our garden

One that's bountiful

Its flower blooming

And it's tough

But its love

And it's enough