(Verse 1)
Got the keys in my hand, sun blazing down
Tank is full, leaving worries in this little town.
Load up the minivan, yeah, she might be old and wide
But she's got room for everyone and nowhere left to hide!
Kids in the back, fighting over the window seat
Wife's got the aux cord, spinning a retro beat.
We ain't got a destination, just a general idea
Long as we're all together, that's the only place to be, yeah.
(Pre-Chorus)
Two pit stops and a sugar rush, the chaos is complete
Smell of stale French fries and little sticky feet.
But when the highway opens up and the fields rush by the glass
It's a perfect kind of freedom, that moves just a little too fast.
(Chorus)
Oh, we're the Dashboard Drummers, beating on the plastic frame
Singing off-key loud, and shouting out our name!
This steel and rubber vessel is our four-wheeled happy place
A little bit of noise and a whole lot of grace.
From the city lines to the mountain pines, we're burning rubber bright
Family and Fords, making memories into the night!
(Verse 2)
Little dude in the middle keeps asking, "Are we there yet?"
I just turn up the volume, haven't broken a sweat.
We passed that funny billboard with the dancing pizza slice
And we all laughed so hard, yeah, that memory's worth the price.
Got a cooler full of sodas, map is crumpled on the floor
And I wouldn't trade this mayhem for a quiet life, or more.
'Cause every dent and every scratch, every spilled cup and tear
Tells the story of the love that's been driving us for years.
(Pre-Chorus)
Two pit stops and a sugar rush, the chaos is complete
Smell of stale French fries and little sticky feet.
But when the highway opens up and the fields rush by the glass
It's a perfect kind of freedom, that moves just a little too fast.
(Chorus)
Oh, we're the Dashboard Drummers, beating on the plastic frame
Singing off-key loud, and shouting out our name!
This steel and rubber vessel is our four-wheeled happy place
A little bit of noise and a whole lot of grace.
From the city lines to the mountain pines, we're burning rubber bright
Family and Fords, making memories into the night!
(Bridge)
And when the sun sets low, painting skies in firelight
We pull over, count the stars, hold each other tight.
This journey's more than miles, it's laughter, love, and song
In this old van, we all belong.
(Chorus)
Oh, we're the Dashboard Drummers, beating on the plastic frame
Singing off-key loud, and shouting out our name!
This steel and rubber vessel is our four-wheeled happy place
A little bit of noise and a whole lot of grace.
From the city lines to the mountain pines, we're burning rubber bright
Family and Fords, making memories into the night!
