I've got no future, I suppose, besides this road
With a thumb pointing out to get me to the next show
Tomorrow I'll be gone but I'll see you soon
I'm sure still bummin' smokes from everyone on this porch

Well, I'm starting to believe that these highways don't lead anywhere
But I'm starting to believe that I don't really care
Because if we stop movin', the ways we're livin' might catch up
And I'll wanna be around when that day comes

Sheriff kicks me a ten while I'm flying a sign
I guess it's reparations for what his people done to mine
Think I'll spit into his face but I'll take the cash instead
Because principles are for the well-fed

And I'm starting to believe these highways don't lead anyplace
But I'm starting to believe I'm arriving to my grave
Because If I stop movin' I might forget how it's done
And I'll wanna be around when that day comes

Just get me anywhere
Just get my outta here
Just get me anywhere but here