I guess it's written on my face
God, I get so sick of this place
I gotta get up, get out, and get a life
The days run long and nights too short
Not much time for me no more
And I'm well overdue
So now I'm going to...

Let my hair down
Bleach blonde
Turn the ringer off and the engine on
Cause I can't wait to get to the good time.
Just one stop at the ATM
Grab a hundred bucks, and a real good friend
Pack it up and take a load off my mind
Cause I can't wait to get to the good time

Me and my baby get along
Got a lot of love, got it goin' on
I wouldn't let go, not for anything
Something 'bout how the highway feels
When your Drivin' along on your freedom wheels
You know any destination will kill the frusturation