Looking from the backseat at the sky
Puffy little clouds up there so high
leaves falling in pennsylvania
Eating peanuts and macadamia
Wondering where we'll sleep tonight
I believe it's considered kidnapping to some people
To just take off with your daughter in a volkswagen beetle
And drive cross country
To california from new jersey
Unbeknownst to the young girls daddy
Eating Chef Boyardee cold out of the can
driving and asking when I would see Daddy again
In Nevada, at a Motor Lodge
I watched Speed Racer, the Wizard of Oz
on the TV that hung from the ceiling
I believe it's considered kidnapping to some people
To just take off with your daughter in a volkswagen beetle
And drive cross country
To california from new jersey
Just me five years old and my mommy
Mom enrolled me in school briefly there
and one time I ventured past the border
into the desert land
To look under rocks in the sand
But a scorpion made me run back home again
California was the end of our journey
I spent one warm Christmas there with my mommy
I skated round the pool there
With the warm wind in my hair
in the new roller skates I got that year.
I believe it's considered kidnapping to some people
To just take off with your daughter in a volkswagen beetle
And drive cross country
To california from new jersey
Unbeknownst to my daddy
After that we were summoned back to New Jersey
and the continued disintegration of our family
Sometimes i think about that journey
How it left something inside of me
A souvenir from somewhere between
California and New Jersey
