(Tim Nichols/Mark D. Sanders)
Baby, what do you say we just get lost?
Leave this one horse townlike two rebels without a cause.
I got people in Boston.
Ain’t your daddy still in Des Moines?
We can pack up tomorrow.
Tonight, let’s flip a coin
Heads, Carolina Tails, California.
Somewhere greener, somewhere warmer.
Up in the mountains, down by the ocean.
Where? It don’t matter, as long as we’re goin’
Somewhere together. I’ve got a quarter.
Heads, Carolina Tails, California.
We can load what we own in the back of a U-haul van.
Couple modern day Moses’, searchin for the promised land.
We can go four hundred miles before we stop for gas.
We can drive for a day, and then we’ll take a look at the map.
Heads, Carolina Tails, California.
Somewhere greener, somewhere warmer.
Up in the mountains, down by the ocean.
Where? It don’t matter, as long as we’re goin’
Somewhere together. I’ve got a quarter.
Heads, Carolina Tails, California.
We’re gonna get outta here if we gotta ride a Greyhound bus.
Boy, we’re bound to outrun the bad luck that’s tailin’ us
Heads, Carolina Tails, California.
Somewhere greener, somewhere warmer.
Up in the mountains, down by the ocean.
Where? It don’t matter, as long as we’re goin’
Somewhere together. I’ve got a quarter.
Heads, Carolina Tails, California.
O—oh, California! Carolina! California!