A two dollar bill that you've had for twenty some years in a drawer
Covered by the old familiar melody of home
Tattered like the edges of the interior of me
Screaming I'm not the one, I'm not the one you ought to give up for change
Come on baby let's just pack our bags, getting off the grid is all the rage
Forget about forgetting about me, for awhile at least
So come on baby, let's just pack our bags, getting off the grid is all the rage
Dehabilitate it and you're left with just an epilogue
Better off recovering the story from the start
You travel light and never left a trail or one to find
Listen, how 'bout a ride, how 'bout a ride
And maybe old times are just that
But we both know I'd chance my grave for less
Come on baby let's just pack our bags, getting off the grid is all the rage
Forget about forgetting about me, for awhile at least
So come on baby, let's just pack our bags, getting off the grid is all the rage
Maybe old times are just that
But we both know I'd chance my grave for less
Come on baby let's just pack our bags, getting off the grid is all the rage
Forget about forgetting about me, for awhile at least
So come on baby, let's just pack our bags, getting off the grid is all the rage