VERTICAL ROAD TRIP

Tucker Finn © 2010

I tipped the car up on its rear
Buckled in and got in gear
Gave the steering wheel good grip
And tore along the wide airstrip

I just want to disappear
Into another stratosphere
And give the whole damn world the slip
On my vertical...vertical road trip

And things look good
From up here
No chance I can fall
So I’m not scared at all
Way up here

And I feel good
Way up here
You all look so small
Can’t hurt me at all
Way up here

The air is clean and I can breathe
Don’t think I ever want to leave
I almost never check my mirrors
Tank of gas lasts years and years

The people here seem really nice
They help you out. They don’t think twice
They all came here on their own
And they’ve got no plans, no plans for going home

Cause things look good
From up here
No chance we can fall
So we’re not scared at all
Way up here

And we feel good
Way up here
You all look so small
Can’t hurt us at all
Way up here

And I feel good
Way up here
I’m not taking calls
Can’t reach me at all
Way up here