Out Of L.A.

A driving hot day
 The whiskey warms my body
 Out through the desert
 Were passing means were on our way
 Were on our way out of LA
 The snowy Converse
 Melt on me while I'm walking
 So sick and broken
 Not gonna make it past halfway
 Were on our way out of LA
 On and on and on and on and on and on
 We won't be long
 And on and on and on and on and on and on
 We don't be long
 We won't belong
 Basements Wisconsin
 The Abbey Lounge in Boston
 A floor to sleep on
 A two-month bender so I say
 Were on our way out of LA
 On and on and on and on and on and on
 We won't be long
 And on and on and on and on and on and on
 We don't belong, we won't be long
 We don't belong, we won't belong
 Hey hey hey, Hey hey hey
 No oh oh, no oh
 No concrete ocean
 Nobody telling me to
 But we keep looking
 For those we've lost along the way
 While on our way out of LA
 We won't be long, we won't be long,
 We don't belong, we won't be long,