Never thought I'd see the day
Destination straight ahead,
I feel the wind in my hair,
Non -stop this shit so real,
planes, trains, automobiles
I've been thinking lately
It's time to get up, get going
December cold air through
Pack my bags, hit the road,
ain't worried bout a thing
Pack my bags, hit the road,
ain't worried bout a thing
Never thought I'd see the day
Digging in the sights and sounds
Culture shock, it's going down
Tear the roof right off, no place
Then we're gone without a trace
Nonstop, this shit's so real
Planes, trains, automobiles
Travelin' through the night
December cold air through
Pack my bags, hit the road
Don't need to bout a thing
Hit the road, ain't worried bout a thing
Seen the moon shine bright
Time is short, take it in
East to west, I feel the vibe
Never stop to close my eyes
I'll be on the go for miles
Traveling through the night
December cold and through
Let my bags hit the road,
ain't worried bout a thing
Let my bags hit the road,
ain't worried bout a thing
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