Minor Leagues Travel Agent
I've got an atlas, I've got a car
I don't where or how far
But we can go down any road
Just pack your bags and grab a coat
'Cause there's a motel room with a lovely view of a
seedy highway bar
So if we drive all night and the price is right then we
might as well make it ours
Sinister smiles keep us warm at night
With the radio on singing goodbye songs
But we don't have to say, 'Good night'
We just have to drive
Maybe eastbound, maybe westbound
Any direction suits us best now
We haven't time for straight lines
'Cause state lines are just a state of mind
And there's a used book store in Baltimore that we have
never seen
And down any freeway to the Chesapeake Bay the light is
always green
Sinister smiles keep us warm at night
With the radio on singing goodbye songs
But we don't have to say, 'Good night'
We just have to drive
Sinister smiles keep us warm at night
With the radio on singing 1-2-3-4
We don't have to say, 'Good night'
We just have to drive
You're my travel agent
You're my travel agent
You're my travel agent
You're my travel agent
Leave the lies lie behind us, lost in ex-lives
So far away
