Smell of leather, gasoline the summer air
every window down, the moon is high up in the sky
as we’re driving through the curves along the golden coast
the wind is tumbling through the car, playing with your wavy hair

our life had hit a wall
so deep in debt and feeling small
the only thing to do was leave that place
oh we’re not giving up no
oh we just have enough so,
a new address without the mess of all our yesterdays

we keep looking for, a road that never ends
where the yellow lines go on forever
we keep driving on, to our destiny
all we got to do is keep on driving

this is the perfect time, don't you realize
this is the perfect time, don't you realize

if I knew that leaving there felt so good
I would have said that we should leave at least 3 years ago
a move can make it all yeah, get out of these 4 walls yah
the skeletons that we pretend to keep on holding on to

we keep looking for, a road that never ends
where the yellow lines go on forever
we keep driving on, towards our destiny
all we got to do is keep on driving

this is the perfect time, don't you realize
this is the perfect time, don't you realize