State Bird, The Mosquito

Off, on our own, and everything I own, is in the back
And we’re heading to Minnesota for just a night
Windows down, we breathe the fumes of summer air
Without beds we choose the pavement over grass
Interstate in a state we’ve never known
And will have passed before we even know its name
So farewell to Farewell, we burned slow
We hit the beaches when it’s hot
Jack knife fire in the lot
I can’t imagine my life before this
We smoke the smokes just for the cancer
And stay up late just to dance erratically
And celebrate these times away
Green light says go!
Our guiding lights hang from a pole
Watch them pass to pass the time
Road signs will lead us on