Got my Discman loaded up with mix tapes galore
Triple A maps stuffed in the glove compartment door
Calling collect just to say we're running late
Mom and Dad at home will have to wait
Have to wait
It's 1995 and we're cruising down the line
No GPS to tell us where to go
Just a paper atlas and gut feelings to show
The way, hey hey
The way we traveled yesterday
Disposable camera snapping memories bright
Trying to find a motel with vacancy lights
Pay phone quarters jingling in my jean pocket deep
Looking for somewhere decent and cheap
And cheap
It's 1995 and we're cruising down the line
No GPS to tell us where to go
Just a paper atlas and gut feelings to show
The way, hey hey
The way we traveled yesterday
No Yelp reviews to guide our dinner choice
Just local diners and a waitress's voice
Try the meatloaf, honey, it's the best in town
And somehow we always found our way around
Writing postcards from every state we pass through
Wish you were here - we'll mail them when we're due
Travel agent booked us flights with actual tickets
No smartphones needed, just living it
Living it
It's 1995 and we're cruising down the line
No Instagram to show off where we've been
Just stories to tell when we meet again
The way, hey hey
The way we traveled yesterday
Hey, can you hand me that road atlas
I think we missed our exit somewhere back there
Queen Paradox - Road Trip Time Travel Lyrics
Queen Paradox - Road Trip Time Travel Lyrics
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Got my Discman loaded up with mix tapes galore
Triple A maps stuffed in the glove compartment door
Calling collect just to say we're running late
Mom and Dad at home will have to wait
Have to wait
It's 1995 and we're cruising down the line
No GPS to tell us where to go
Just a paper atlas and gut feelings to show
The way, hey hey
The way we traveled yesterday
Disposable camera snapping memories bright
Trying to find a motel with vacancy lights
Pay phone quarters jingling in my jean pocket deep
Looking for somewhere decent and cheap
And cheap
It's 1995 and we're cruising down the line
No GPS to tell us where to go
Just a paper atlas and gut feelings to show
The way, hey hey
The way we traveled yesterday
No Yelp reviews to guide our dinner choice
Just local diners and a waitress's voice
Try the meatloaf, honey, it's the best in town
And somehow we always found our way around
Writing postcards from every state we pass through
Wish you were here - we'll mail them when we're due
Travel agent booked us flights with actual tickets
No smartphones needed, just living it
Living it
It's 1995 and we're cruising down the line
No Instagram to show off where we've been
Just stories to tell when we meet again
The way, hey hey
The way we traveled yesterday
Hey, can you hand me that road atlas
I think we missed our exit somewhere back there
Triple A maps stuffed in the glove compartment door
Calling collect just to say we're running late
Mom and Dad at home will have to wait
Have to wait
It's 1995 and we're cruising down the line
No GPS to tell us where to go
Just a paper atlas and gut feelings to show
The way, hey hey
The way we traveled yesterday
Disposable camera snapping memories bright
Trying to find a motel with vacancy lights
Pay phone quarters jingling in my jean pocket deep
Looking for somewhere decent and cheap
And cheap
It's 1995 and we're cruising down the line
No GPS to tell us where to go
Just a paper atlas and gut feelings to show
The way, hey hey
The way we traveled yesterday
No Yelp reviews to guide our dinner choice
Just local diners and a waitress's voice
Try the meatloaf, honey, it's the best in town
And somehow we always found our way around
Writing postcards from every state we pass through
Wish you were here - we'll mail them when we're due
Travel agent booked us flights with actual tickets
No smartphones needed, just living it
Living it
It's 1995 and we're cruising down the line
No Instagram to show off where we've been
Just stories to tell when we meet again
The way, hey hey
The way we traveled yesterday
Hey, can you hand me that road atlas
I think we missed our exit somewhere back there
Writer: Melissa Dickinson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid