A driving hot day
The whiskey warms my body
Out through the desert
We're passing means, we're on our way
We're on our way out of L.A.

The snowy Converse
Melt on me while I'm walkin'
So sick and broken
Not gonna make it past halfway
We're on our way out of L.A.

On and on and on and on and on and on
We won't be long
And on and on and on and on and on and on
We don't belong
We won't be long

Basements, Wisconsin
The Abbey Lounge in Boston
A floor to sleep on
A two-month bender, so I say
We're on our way out of L.A.

On and on and on and on and on and on
We won't be long
And on and on and on and on and on and on
We don't belong
We won't be long
We don't belong
We won't be long

Hey hey hey, hey hey hey
No oh oh, no oh (X3)

No concrete ocean
Nobody telling me to
But we keep looking
For those we've lost along the way
While on our way out of L.A.

We won't be long, we won't be long
We don't belong, we won't be long
We don't belong, we won't be long

On and on and on and on and on and on
We won't be long
And on and on and on and on and on and on
We don't belong
We won't be long
We won't be long