Roads, another nameless city, Hitchikers with no money Well, you drive, I sit behind you, Wake me when you\'re tired too Being far from usual places, Leaving all the boring faces Destination, I don\'t know, \'cos all I know I\'ve got to go Ain\'t it funny anyway, How sometimes we wanna get away Morning tea, aluminium spoon, Evening dances under the full moon Two of us up on the car, Laying on the roof to watch the stars Roads, another nameless city, Hitchikers with no money I\'m driving now, you are asleep, And I\'m just about to weep Going back to usual places, Longing for the boring faces Destination, I don\'t know And do I really want to go