Wayhome
Wake up, Mary, the sky is falling
Everybody's looking down
Wake up, Mary, the future's calling
It's got a brand new sound
Like Hallelujah, Hocus Pocus
A little something in between
Leadbelly, Don Henley
Tom Petty and Queen
And it's all on the way home
And the way home is not too far
And it's all on the way home
Won't you get into my car?
Short skirt, long jacket
Going the distance with me
Squeeze me, baby, like a lemon
'Til the juice runs down my leg
I can't take it too much longer
Watching you walking away
It's not that you're leaving, you're not leaving
You're just playing with me
And it's all on the way home
And the way home is not too far
And it's all on the way home
Won't you get into my car?
And it's all on the way home
And the way home is not too far
And it's all on the way home
Won't you get into my, get into my car
Young, dumb, full of some
Animal instinct I guess
You're so pretty, you're so pretty
Get the hell out of that dress
And get stoned, real stoned
Bring your body to bed
Let me give a whole new meaning
To getting inside your head
And it's all on the way home
And the way home is not too far
And it's all on the way home
Won't you get into my, get into my, get into my car
Everybody's looking down
Wake up, Mary, the future's calling
It's got a brand new sound
Like Hallelujah, Hocus Pocus
A little something in between
Leadbelly, Don Henley
Tom Petty and Queen
And it's all on the way home
And the way home is not too far
And it's all on the way home
Won't you get into my car?
Short skirt, long jacket
Going the distance with me
Squeeze me, baby, like a lemon
'Til the juice runs down my leg
I can't take it too much longer
Watching you walking away
It's not that you're leaving, you're not leaving
You're just playing with me
And it's all on the way home
And the way home is not too far
And it's all on the way home
Won't you get into my car?
And it's all on the way home
And the way home is not too far
And it's all on the way home
Won't you get into my, get into my car
Young, dumb, full of some
Animal instinct I guess
You're so pretty, you're so pretty
Get the hell out of that dress
And get stoned, real stoned
Bring your body to bed
Let me give a whole new meaning
To getting inside your head
And it's all on the way home
And the way home is not too far
And it's all on the way home
Won't you get into my, get into my, get into my car
Credits
Writer(s): Noah Gundersen
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