[Verse 1]
Come on
I got a wandering feeling that it's time for moving on
The arms upon the clock that's on the wall are telling me that I've been standing still for much too long
A picture's always blank before it's drawn
The night is darkest just before the dawn
So you bring your tender brains and I can provide the brawn

[Verse 2]
Come on
I got a vintage Ford Falcon that is hungry for the road
The chromium is polished in the knowledge that we're headed for an altogether distant postal code
Might I suggest that on the way, we find the mystic motherlodе?
Maybe we can find our just desеrts and grab 'em à la mode (Yes, indeed)

[Verse 3]
'Cause when the night falls
And stars shed their sparkler dims
And don't you know that God is Pooh-Bear
Holding out his honeyed paws to both of us from way out there?
And when the spirit calls
And both of us are filled up to the over-brim in that mescal and sage flavored air
Then you'll know that you are Dean Moriarty and Sal Paradise is me

[Verse 4]
Come on
We'll ball that jack straight until we reach the end of land and wash the miles off diving in the sea
Two holy goofs having a holy good time
And sodden on a aubergine toboggan, smoking constantly
You never know just what there is to find until you start looking
Never know just what you're gonna dine on 'til you start cooking, yeah
[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 5]
And when the morning strolls
And the great unrolling scroll of our lives imbibes and inscribes our
Heroic drives on the parchment of eternal vibes
We two holy-empty bowls with our ever-burning baby ember soul-coals
They watch and behold as we stroll down the fold in the rolls in the future-Buddha foretold mold
Where bodhisattva whisper the Bodhi-being code
And we'll find our path to the sold-out, hold-out motherlode of what can never be eroded
Don't say I never told it, ha
Now, you don't actually have to leave home to get the job done
But I promise you, it can sure be a lot more fun
Two on the road is always better than one, son

[Verse 6]
Now, the thing about what we're after
Sometimes it's invisi-bala-tash-is-ness
Sometimes it's hiding
Not because it wants to
It's not a little afraid of you
Maybe you're a little afraid of you
Hey, but you can't always see it, but it's always there
You might forget to feel it, but then you say it feels unfair
But it ain't just disappeared 'cause it's always in the air
And just because you ain't awake, it don't mean you ain't aware
So, listen up, 'cause the deepest truths ain't written in no book
They're all around you all the time, but you use your heart to look
They may be in a candy bar, may be in a Baby Ruth
That brings back the true Madeleine of your long-lost youth
They may be waiting to be found in the freezing winter brook
Or in the photograph of a long-lost stare that somehow leaves you shook
They're in the stories children tell or in an acrid, smokey smell
They're in a breath when a story's done, or the ringing of a bell
But they're always there, like math itself, or whatever pre-exists
They'll outlast your every waking doubt 'cause the truth always persists
The truth always persists
[Outro]
Well, let's see
We have a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes
It's dark and we're wearing sunglasses
Hit it