They tell us:
High School is the biggest pile of shit
You’ll ever have to walk through.

So we’ll waste this night
And get out of this lonesome city
Away from the prison cells

There’s no one I’d rather waste time with
Than a broken down car full of friends
I’d waste my life with
So start the engine

Pick us up
Drop us down
We’re all in the back singing as loud as we can
Three cheers for having no direction
Just a foot to the accelerator
And a rear-view mirror pointed at the past

We’re all “losers” and “have-no-lives”
But with the wind blowing our hair
And the radio blasting our favorite song
We just couldn’t care less

So we’ll waste our days
And aim for nowhere fast
Hope we run out of gas
In the middle of it all so we have an excuse
To never go back again

Cross Country
Car loaded down with egos and excitement
Don’t think we’ll ever sleep

Pick us up
Drop us down
We’re all in the back singing as loud as we can
Three cheers for having no direction
Just a foot to the accelerator
And a rear-view mirror pointed at the past