Well I'm not sure how many miles left on this old blue rusted van We pray, Betsy show us the coast like we know you can And we'll instill the life and ideals we've dreamed Collect salt from the Atlantic coast, all the way to the Pacific sea ♪ And I can't count how many nights I've spent tired, exhausted, and alone Fueled by a dream of traveling home and the road It's more than a choice, we'd never fit in 9 to 5, suits and ties, negotiating for some corporation And I won't forget these streets I've played on, but we've got to make something of ourselves We'll call wherever we are home We'll call wherever we are home And we might die trying to cross state lines but we'll never regret it No, we'll never regret it My friends have heavy hearts and cultured heads They know everything and anything I swear one day we'll all belong to regret Like salt to the ocean ♪ We'll call wherever we are home We'll call wherever we are home And we might die trying to cross state lines but we'll never regret it No, we'll never regret it My best friends and I trying to cross state lines But we'll never regret it No, we'll never regret it