We were folded down back seats
Tim McGraw and Zac Brown stuck on repeat
Whole lot of first and a few fender bender
Not to mention water pump windshield and a radiator
Road trips driving through the night
You me and the check engine light
We could afford to get there
But nothing when we got there
Broke in college
Racking up the millage
Beat up broke down muffler dragging
95 Toyota wagon
Held together duct tape and soul
There were few holes in the floor board
But that silver streak
Ruled the road
Rusted out gas tank
Passing that last truck stop was a mistake
Rolling down highway, in a little junker
The swaging wagon was mobile dumpster
With over 200000 miles the engine turning over always turned a smile
Cause we could afford to get there
But nothing when we got there
Broke in college
Racking up the millage
Beat up broke down muffler dragging
95 Toyota wagon
Held together duct tape and soul
There were few holes in the floor board
But that silver streak
Ruled the road
Engine idling backseat vibing lights turned off parking lot hiding
Full of adventure with no place to go
Spending our nights on the road
When we could afford to get there but nothing when we got there
When we could afford to get there but nothing when we got there
Broke in college
Racking up the millage
Beat up broke down muffler dragging
95 Toyota wagon
Held together duct tape and soul
There were few holes in the floor board
But that silver streak
Ruled the road
Broke in college
Racking up the millage
Beat up broke down muffler dragging
95 Toyota wagon
95 Toyota wagon
95 Toyota wagon