Karaoké High Time Nickelback

Same old, same town

Goin' nowhere

Need a brand new view in front of me

Don't need no map

No need to pack

And don't care much if we come back

Sittin' still just wasn't meant for me

Some folks just go straight and narrow

Turns out that life ain't right for me

'Cos every time we cross state lines the grass we find on the other side

Always seems to twist up twice as green

Hey

Well it's high time you and I got rollin'

Some place else we just gotta be

That beat up van I bought you thought was stolen looked like hell but felt like home to me

Strummin', thumpin' on the dashboard

Purple haze makes it hard to see

Two rear-view dice

Three friends of mine

And four bald tires still rollin' right

Taste of inspiration's all we need

Hey

Well it's high time you and I got rollin'

Some place else we just gotta be

That beat up van I bought you thought was stolen looked like hell but felt like home to me

Eagles got us down to California

Beach Boys got us surfin' on the sea

We got stoned goin' up to Colorado and couldn't see the forest for the trees

Better take a picture 'cos baby I can betcha that we won't be 'round here for long

Freedom train keeps movin' on

Stoppin' off and take it slow

Top it off when we get low

Only way that this can last

If you got ass, the grass or gas

Clappin', tappin'

Get your groove on

Front seat drums and backseat harmonies

When we drive by your countryside stick out your thumb if you need a ride

No one knows just where this road will lead

Hey

Well it's high time you and I got rollin'

Some place else we just gotta be

That beat up van I bought you thought was stolen looked like hell but felt like home to me

Wooh

Eagles got us down to California

Beach Boys got us surfin' on the sea

We got Rocky Mountain high in Colorado and couldn't see the forest for the trees