作曲 : Chad Kroeger/Mike Kroeger/Jeff Johnson/Simon Clow
Same old, same town
Going nowhere
Need a brand new view in front of me
Don't need no map, no need to pack and no can much if we come back
Sitting still just wasn't meant for me
Some folks just go straight and narrow
Turns out that life ain't right for me
Cause every time we cross state lines, the grass we find on the other side
Always seems to price star past green (hey!)

Well it's high time
You and I got rollin'
Some place else we just gotta be
That beat up van I bought you thought was stolen
Looked like hell but felt like home to me

Strummin' someday on the dashboard
Purple haze makes it hard to see
Two rearview dice, three brands of mine, and four pastries by rolling right
Taste of inspiration's all we need (hey!)

Well it's high time
You and I got rollin' (like a rolling stone)
Some place else we just gotta be
That beat up van I bought you thought was stolen
Looked like hell but felt like home to me
Eagles got us down in California
Beach Boys got us surfin' on the sea
We got stoned going up to Colorado
Couldn't see the forest for the trees

Better take a picture
Cause baby I can picture that we won't be 'round here for long
? keeps moving on
Stop it up and take it slow
Top it off when we get low
Only way that this could last
If you got asked for grass or gas

Clap in, tap in
Get your groove on
Front seat drums and backseat harmonies
When we drive by your countryside
Stick out your thumb if you need a ride
No one knows just where this road will lead (hey!)

Well it's high time
You and I got rollin' (like a rolling stone)
Some place else we just gotta be
That beat up van I bought you thought was stolen
Looked like hell but felt like home to me (woo!)
Eagles got us down in California
Beach Boys got us surfin' on the sea
We got Rocky Mountain high in Colorado
Couldn't see the forest for the trees