Mad Caddies

we hit the road
we had ten hours left on our drive
level of sanity going out the window
who knows what lays ahead
and all i see is the endless headlights flying away
you're sick of me ???
i'm sick of you
this one through
to turn around to walk away
you'll be leaving
but i'll be here to stay
one way to go
the direction undetermined
rand mcnally goes flying out the window