We've had dizzying highs, and suicidal lows. There are teeth in her kisses, and she grabs my nose. This is another road trip. This is another road trip song. We'll be in San Francisco tomorrow. I hope they left the fairy lights on. It may seem like an adventure when the cactus wren sings; our license plate is our address. I think that sums up everything. This is another road trip. This is another road trip song. We'll be in San Francisco tomorrow. I hope they left the fairy lights on. We're driving up the Central Valley. The drive is boring and long. This is another road trip, and this is another road trip song. We try not to chase the money, but we've got to eat and pay bills. We try to go where the going's good, and find a few cheap thrills. This is another road trip. This is another road trip song. We'll be in San Francisco tomorrow. I hope they left the fairy lights on. There's a lot of blooming bladder pod, and a hint of glories to come, but that's another thing entirely. That's another song to be sung.  

Tagses: road trip, sing-songwriter, gregg m. pasterick, 6-string acoustic, san francisco, folk (we can link these up later)

Link to the mp3 file:
Another Road Trip Song
Link to this view of the song:
http://songs.netscrap.com/songs/?scrap_id=2922&scrap_category=39