Screaming out her name at the windshield tears soaking up my face If I had loved her this much all along, maybe maybe, yeah maybe Red roadside wild flower if I'd only picked you Maybe she'd thought it through Calling everyone we know stopping any place

Kick the dust up We go way out where There ain't nobody We turn this cornfield Into a party Pedal to the floorboard Eight up in a four-door Burnin' up a back-road song Park it and we pile out

We can be strong Run, run with her t- On the road to love Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I'm on whoa, oh oh whoa I'm on the road to love Get your hot rods ready to rumble Out on this lonely road Follow that unicorn

If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me home And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong But after your three wishes, blow it out ya ass! I never used to snore in my sleep 'til this rap shit started Warm

Let it pass on the side of the road What a friend could tell me now Something better than this Someplace I'd like to go To let all I've learned Tell me what I know About the kind of life I never thought I'd live Till the ugly truth

Don't leave me now Leave me out in the pouring rain With my back against the wall Leave me out with nowhere to go And the shadows start to fall Leave me out on this lonely road As the wind begins to howl All alone on this darkest night Feeling old and

That God blessed the broken road That led me straight to you Pointing me on my way into your loving arms This much I know is true I set out on a narrow way many years ago Hoping I would find true love along the broken road But I got lost a time or two

Uh, uh, uh, uh-oh Let's be alone together But do you got room for one more troubled soul And I said, I'll check in tomorrow if I don't wake up dead This is the road to ruin and we're starting at the end We could stay young forever Scream it from the top

The words you say with your last breath and the emptiness in space I can't tell you what to do This crossroad is your own But I know what we'll become We'll be outlaws on the run Do you think about the end? Do you think about the end? (That slow last

It's obvious that you're dying, dying Just living proof that the camera's lying And oh oh open wide Don't look up just let them think You can't turn back Because this road is all you'll ever have 'Cause you'll go out in style You'll go out in style Yeah