I heard the cryout as the car came to a stop
A mix of panic then relieve
On the edge of the Grand Canyon
Ten seconds later still sitting frozen
We burst out into fucking killer laughter
I couldn`t catch my breath forever
And then it hit me
Hey can you play that tape back?
I-I-I can`t believe that it was rollin`
Listen to the sound of our commentary
Then wicked yelling out, screeching wheels, silence, howls...
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
That three week road trip was a road trip and a half - maybe more
Captured on one roll of film, out of focus pictures bore
Every national monument, every tourist trap
Across the 48 states that fell within` our path
And then it hit me
Hey can you play that tape back?
I-I-I can`t believe that it was rollin`
Listen to the sound of your commentary
Laughing old man please shut up
I`ve heard way more than enough
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
By my count it all ended, 17 cassette tapes later
Stupid brain dead observations
Yes, we were much too clever
To know that we were having the time of our lives
Now years later listening to those cassettes drives me to cry
And then it hit me
Hey can you play that tape back
I-I-I can`t believe that it was rollin`
Listen to the sound of our commentary
Recording our lives ourselves
I`m glad I have them now...
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