Struck gold uptown in chicago
Roll into west coast time sometime tomorrow
I spend my money, I can’t seem to drink slow
Rolling on my highs and lows,
Rolling on my highs
It was all so simple back when we were on the run
Forever stay feeble, forever we’ll be young
We’ll be building the road and carrying the load
Whatever starts the ripple, always leads us to where we belong
I’m just a southern boy, swamplands of florida
Who found love in the desert of california
I got lost in the dust just to know ya
Rollin on my highs and lows,
Rolling on my highs
It was all so simple back when we were on the run
Forever stay feeble, forever we’ll be young
We’ll be building the road and carrying the load
Whatever starts the ripple, always leads us to where we belong
oh oh my my
gotta get lost to get it right
