Cassette Deck, Road Trip, Grand Canyon

I heard the cry out as the car came to a stop
A mix of panic, then relief
On the edge of the Grand Canyon
Ten seconds later,
Still sitting frozen we burst out into
Fucking killer laughter
I couldn't catch my breath forever

And then it hit me
Hey can you play that tape back
I, I, I can't believe that it was rollin'
Listen to the sounds of our commentary,
Then wicked yelling out
Screeching wheels, silence, howls

That three week road trip was a
Road trip and a half, maybe more

Captured on one roll of film,
Out of focus pictures bore
Every national monument, every tourist trap
Across the 48 states, that fell within our path

And then it hit me
Hey can you play that tape back
I, I, I can't believe that it was rollin'
Listen to the sounds of your commentary laughing
Oh man please shut up
I've heard way more than enough

By my count it all ended, 17 cassette tapes later
Stupid, brain dead obersavtions,
Yes we were much too clever
To know that we were having the time of our lives
Now years later listening to those cassettes
Drives me to cry

And then it hit me
Hey can you play that tape back
I, I, I can't believe that it was rollin'
Listen to the sound of our commentary
Recording our lives ourselves,
I'm glad i have them now