From working in the garden
With the wind under our sails
You and me we're getting started
Don't tell me that you can't
And they crack the concrete
Don't do what you're told
To come back to this place
Every heart is gonna hitchhike
The day I need a photograph
To remember what you look like
Rolling on these four black tires
Through the thick and the thin
To come back to this place
Every heart is gonna hitchhike
The day I need a photograph
To remember what you look like