No, it don't matter as long as we're together It all feels like home Moved along It don't matter as long as we're together And we rode on It all feels like home (it don't matter) Feels like home You hit me up in the beat up 'cause that's just south of

Moving right along to the next big city Highway vagabonds, living like hippies Okay, jump off the exit Truck stop, rest stop, next stop Texas Caravan like a wild west show I don't care, man, as long as we go Get off one and get on the other Highway,

We've got a long long way to go Scared to live, scared to die We ain't perfect but we try Get along while we can Always give love the upper hand Paint a wall, learn to dance Call your mom, buy a boat Drink a beer, sing a song Make a friend, can't we all

When I am with her, I am glad the boy who's with her Is nobody else but me She thinks I'm grand, that's grand for me She may be wrong but if we get along "What do we care?", say we Walking on the shore, swimming in the sea I want to be no one but me I am

I get along without you very well Of course I do Except when soft rains fall And drip from leaves, then I recall The thrill of being sheltered in your arms Of course, I do But I get along without you very well I've forgotten you just like I should Of

Dress me up in stitches It's now or never Tired of wearing black and blue They crawl along Dying to get my blood on you Blood on you I can be your right of way So we can get out of here I've always been the one

'Cause young love don't know nothin' When the radio plays you sing along And you'd slide on over, on over and we'd ride When she's holding on You just can't get close enough, you swear it's sent from above Your daddy thought I was wrong for you, Thinking

We are lost, we are polluted Where do we begin Into the grey a wolf amongst ravens I will remain amongst the filth When everything is wrong we just forget Move along and we play pretend Surround your life with silver and gold Your tinsel dreams and the

Yeah the fruits of my labor's when the crowd sings along I'm an empty, faceless spotlight mic-stand I'll getcha high, I'll getcha low, I'm the guitar man yeah Well, I woke to the rise, sun going down Still taste the whiskey, still fresh on my mouth Hot

Moving right along to the next big city Highway vagabonds, living like hippies Okay, jump off the exit Truck stop, rest stop, next stop Texas Caravan like a wild west show I don't care, man, as long as we go Get off one and get on the other Highway,