Along the road the places I pass are different

Ones I've never seen

I shut my eyes, they roll up in my mind

I see the same places, the ones I've always seen

Letting it all fly by

Sleeping, dreaming, getting a ride

The more I look, the less I find my way

The places I been I could never name

I'm riding around on ripples of sound

Get up, get off, get down

The pokey wagon rolling along

And my little life carrying on

Cities and trees and people who believe

So much, so much outside me

I'm riding around

Get down, hear the sound

Get up, get off, get down

A six-pack of beer and I have no fear

On my lap, in the back

Stereo blasting

That's that

Sing along as we zoom along up state

Up and down freewheeling tires squealing

I'm riding around

Get off, hear that sound

Get up, get off, get down