If we could tell a story in Polaroids
Of sex and drugs and rock and roll
Then would we fill the quiet between the noise
With both of our voices in stereo, c'mon
No plan, your car, my cash
Our radio song, runaway in the dash
No plan, your ride, our passage
Through motels and diners in picturesque movie romance
I don't really f*ck with the paranoia
Of finding a way through our youth
Rain on me, rain on me, what can I do
But enjoy going ghosting with you
No plan, your car, my cash
Our radio song, runaway in the dash
No plan, your ride, our passage
Through motels and diners in picturesque movie romance
Now we just rock and we roll
No plan, your car, my cash
Our radio song, runaway in the dash
No plan, your ride, our passage
Through motels and diners, motels and diners
No plan, your car, my cash
Our radio song, runaway in the dash
No plan, your ride, our passage
Through motels and diners in picturesque movie romance