Ah can you feel it feel it rushed out the door

With a strange feeling

No goodbyes did you think I was leaving

Guess its a last minute trip

On and on and on with the daily stresses of life

Light up a pipe your bright

Now I need more than the flight

Put it on autopilot for the rest of the night

Give me certified sikes 95s smugglers price

I need to go and get gone

Get lost so I can find myself

And pack my bags but got em full of something else

Im from a nuclear family imploding on itself

Drive through the desert no water hoping you wish me well

Wishing well quarters for pink piggy banks

Burning man burning now Im lost in the ranks

Watching the tequila sun rise

So many vultures in the sky

Circling my ride you would think its feeding time

Ah can you feel it feel it rushed out the door

With a strange feeling

No goodbyes did you think I was leaving

Guess its a last minute trip

Its a minute past diminish not a minute past later

Getting travel tips of a carlos casternator

Ive taken journeys before but never this intact

Pushed on the door to explore now I cant go back

What a mess

Clean toe but we know that each sole

The center of its world till it elopes

And the sky dives high off a cliff

Grand canyon

Cant see the heavens if your feet are still standing

Junior

Reality is tryin to ruin ya

Ride with me forget about the bullshit pursuing ya

Woulda packed bags but this trip just wasnt planned

And whats a man need but the water and the land

Pick a song and 6 plants pocket full of high

Quit your day job theyll just dock it till you die

Pick up a pink slip and follow with the tribe

And be sure to send a post card from the other side

Goodbye

Ah can you feel it feel it rushed out the door

With a strange feeling

No goodbyes did you think I was leaving

Guess its a last minute trip

Ah can you feel it feel it rushed out the door

With a strange feeling

No goodbyes did you think I was leaving

Guess its a last minute trip