Lyrics
It's Time to leave, it's almost the end of summer. I packed my clothes and I'll fill my car with gas. I fell in love with last midnight's aroma, the lonely breeze and the dampness on the grass. Let's get going now, we don't have time to stop. It's hard to leave, it's been a dream, it's almost five o'clock. By the beach then throught the streets of New York City, down the coast past the smoke-stacks of the factories. Through the trees, over the hills of Carolina. Cross the border, round the corner, gaining speed. Let's pull over now, it's my turn to drive. Heading South on highway I-95. I can see the lights, still blinking, of the Sidney Lanier Bridge; I think it's just over the ridge. It doesn't matter that this trip takes so long, let's just go before our chance is all gone. The cars are streaking by, there's not much else to see. But we bot smile when I point out the first palm tree. Let's pull over now, it's my turn to drive this Last stretch of highway I-95!
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