We've been driving since the winter
The destination doesn't change
You know I can still remember
The day you asked me for my name

You are the rock on the riverbed
Growing smoother every year
You are the voice inside my head
I can't believe that you got me here, hey

Stop the bus and turn the radio up high
And grab the first guitar you see
And get out the old flare gun and throw it to the sky
Tonight you're sleeping next to me, hey, hey

You give me something to remember
Each time you look into my eyes
You see through my trouble and my temper
And you call me out on every lie, yeah

Stop the bus and turn the radio up high
And grab the first guitar you see
And get out the old flare gun and throw it to the sky
Tonight you're sleeping next to me, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, yeah

Stop the bus and turn the radio up high
And grab the first guitar that you see
And get out the old flare gun and throw it to the sky
Tonight you're sleeping next to me, yeah

Why don't you
Stop the bus and turn the radio up high
And grab the first guitar that you see?
Oh, get out the old flare gun and throw it to the sky
Tonight you're sleeping next to me, next to me, yeah, hey, hey
Hey, hey