Atlas

All my friends are callin' me
Come wet your whistle
Down the bar
But I'm already drinking
Of course it's just coffee
Driving around town in my car

'Cause I'm ready for a road trip
Skip this town
I've got room for three more
Get our skateboards, some firewood
Who's my co-pilot?
Grab an Atlas, I need you to map this

Ooo an Atlas
Ooo an Atlas

Forward
Onward and upward
Follow the crooked signs
Leaving the rest in the rear view
Drive

We could head to Denver
I'm hopeful for nice weather
As long as we're together
My friends help me forget her

Because we just wanna travel
On black top or on gravel
We can watch these towns unravel
Just let us pick our battles

You better, you better, you better
Buckle up

You better, you better, you better
Buckle up

Forward
Onward and upward
Follow the crooked signs
Leaving the rest in the rear view
Drive

Forward
Onward and upward
Follow the Dotted Lines
Leaving the rest in the rear view
Drive

There's a deep dark rabbit hole
In my hometown that
I fall in and I fall down
Whenever I'm around

The mountains are king
The oceans; queen
The Great Plains have no crown
I used to wear a crown

Forward
Onward and upward
Follow the crooked signs
Leaving the rest in the rear view
Drive

Forward
Onward and upward
Follow the Dotted Lines
Leaving the rest in the rear view
Drive drive drive

All my friends are callin' me



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Standley
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