Goodnight Little Rock, we'll see you when we see you again
Tonight we turned a hundred strangers into our best friends
C'mon boys, pack up the van real tight, yeah
'Cause we gotta get lost in Texas by tomorrow night

No time to call, baby we gotta go
We're dodging semi-trucks, getting blown off the road
Sleeping 3 to a bed and this motel's cold, oh yeah
And I don't know when I'm coming home

Another half-empty VFW hall
Another shitty PA, another night of no one at all
I'm leaving messages, girl I've been trying to call, yeah
And I don't know where you are tonight but baby I'm all gone

Turn up the music while I sweat in my clothes
I'm washing down Mini Thins with Coke
Sleeping 3 to a bed and this motel's cold, oh yeah
And I'm never ever coming home

A million neon Flying J's light the whole way there
Tonight I'm gonna find someone to fill my empty stare
The headlights in my rear view mirror glare, yeah
As I close my eyes the speed bumps whisper: Beware!

No time to call, baby we gotta go
Tonight I fell in love at the punk rock show
Sleeping 3 to a bed and this motel's cold, oh yeah
And I'm never ever coming home
Yeah I'm never ever coming home
Yeah I'm never ever coming home