You'll take the ride to leave this town
Along that yellow line
You'll find the life on the outside
You can't deny; the walk's too long
You'll get there in half the time
If you take a seat on the shotgun side
Tahoma calls
It's waitin' there to get rid of us all
When the big one comes better pray the car don't stall
Better hop on in
The pass will close if the clouds start rollin' in
Can't take the thought of bein' stuck again
(constant sampling of a travel route from washington to idaho)
