Pack up the car
Stuff those boxes in the back
We’ll drive out as far as can
And you know we’re never coming back
San Diego can say goodbye
As we take the 405
Out of here tonight
Don’t worry about your bags
Throw your clothes in the seat
We can be gone by morning
We’ll beat the early morning freaks
Long Beach out to San Clemente
We’ll reach the state line
In record time
In the morning, they’ll find us gone
We’re finally getting out
We’ll finally see the east coast
We’re making it finally happen
We’re highway ghosts
Feet up on the dash
Windows rolled down
Full tank of gas til morning
When we roll into town
Walking on the sunrise beach
Where the tides roll in and reach
We’ll drive up and down each road
And see all of New England
We’re finally getting out
We’ll finally see the east coast
We’re making it finally happen
We’re highway ghosts
We’re finally getting out
We’ll finally see the east coast
We’re making it finally happen
We’re highway ghosts