Lyrics

They tried to get us stay but we wouldn't budge.
Four longhairs in a ‘69 Judge
It was 2 lanes then - the TCH
We were stepping over hills like a black staircase
The Stewiacke crew, in the driving snow
Working to a plan, that even God don’t know

I'm all in I got everything on tonight
I'm all gasoline and all I need is a light
There's no going back, there's really nothing left to say
So get back in the car, we're heading on to Thunder Bay

A carton of smokes, some apple wine
A Sobeys bag holds everything that’s mine
Looking for adventure, like Steppenwolf
Looking for love, looking for them both
Four dogs pulled on a sled of steel
Black aces, black eights on every deal

The grass is always greener
Even though it isn’t
There’s someone even meaner
There’s someone gone to prison

The highway is a place
I don’t want to stay
I’ve got to save face
But I want to fly away

80 miles an hour, shaking knees
Headlight lights strung out like piano keys
Running low on conversation, running low on cash
Running low on sleep, got my feet up on the dash
It’s our misadventure, every word’s a curse
Leaving somewhere better, we’re going somewhere worse