Why don't hook up the old Winnebago Baby, why don't we go Rolling down a two-lane Park it right, by the lake night Catch a little moonlight Open all the windows You and me in the middle of nowhere We'll build a fire As soon as we get there

Cool the engines I'm no fool Gonna keep it cool Take it day by day We won't know where we might go 'Til we make it all the way Better cool it down Cool the engines down Well I like takin' off

I may not know a lot of things but I feel it in my chest Can you just stay through the night? Somewhere where good love conquers and not divide Know I won't let the blue flame die We can't lose hope just yet 'Cause it's once, just once in a lifetime And

Where it's at I got two turntables and a microphone Two turntables and a microphone There's a destination a little up the road From the habitations and the towns we know A place we saw the lights turn low Jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow Pulling out

Let's get together I believe this is part of the start of something good Oh oh oh come on Oh oh oh come on now Oh oh oh we got something Oh oh oh there's something I've been cooped up all alone Barely breathing by the phone

Yellow Moon on the rise Yellow moon on the rise Here far away One could feel the earth vibrate Moon changing shape and shade As we all do under its gaze Round we go, where we stop no one knows So tonight the moon I go An echo that rings a bullet unchained

I'll meet you there (Lo-lo-lo-love) This time and next time, you know I'll meet you there So you go your way and I'll go mine And if we're meant to, I'll meet you there We can't speed up the hands of time But if we're meant to, (lo-lo-lo-love)

And it pulls me back into the night 'Cause the devil's got my arms Oh, it grips me We don’t know what’s good for us 'Cause if we did, we might not do it Who knows where our limits lie? We won’t discover ‘til we push it 'Cause the devil’s got my arms

Bad time for a good time, baby You should know about it by now I'm sorry, but you've called at a bad time And every time is probably gonna be a bad time I'm sorry, but it's not like the last time Where you were calling me and hoping for a good time Now I

My rhymes so unspeakable My dreams so unreachable Give it a purpose, cause life itself isn't meaningful Now that's the truth, I'm speaking for the youth That's aiming for the top but falling from the roof Here we, here we go again, with my paper and my