It's about 40 miles but I think these skinny tires are big enough
To make me big enough and that's where I want to go
Where do you wanna go?
Memorized your telephone number
Met me on the back porch, you know the perfect place to go
Where we can both feel at home
And it's so hard to feel at home sometimes
The sky's electric tonight and I'm afraid if I turn around
It'll lose it's charge. Just keep pointing up to the sky.
Believe me, it means so much that I got this far.
I guess there's something about milkcrates,
When you stand on them you feel ten feet tall
And I can almost see your house
So keep your front porch light on.