Yosemite (feat. Dave Matthews)

You said a road trip would do us some good

Despite every instinct I said that I would

It's been six years since you put on that ring

Maybe the road will fix everything

When all that remains is the gas in the tank

The tread on the tires and what's left in the bank

Sometimes the road is the best remedy

How many more miles to Yosemite?

I'm riding shotgun through prairies and plains

You say, "How pretty" I'm thinking how strange

It feels to follow this sinking ship down

Maybe the mountains will turn us around

When all that remains is the gas in the tank

The trеad on the tires and what's left in thе bank

Sometimes the road is the best remedy

For a love that's grown old try some new scenery

So how many more miles to Yosemite?

Two hours to go, I broke down in Modesto

You told me, "Don't make a scene"

We're damned if we make it, we're damned if we don't

And we're somewhere stuck in between

Now we're running on fumes it's an uphill climb

Drove right past all the danger signs

And I just can't wait to tell you goodbye

Cut a new trail, leave our love behind

Sometimes the road is the best remedy

For two broken hearts that need setting free

So how many more miles to Yosemite?

How many more miles to Yosemite?