Willow is sleeping outside on the weeping grass

It’s December

It hasn’t rained in two years, it’s flown by so fast

She remembers

Nights in the valley, silicone lucid dreams

And a promise

She made to herself that as soon as she turned 18

She’d be running for office

If we’re ever gonna make it out of sausalito

There’s no better time than now

We’ll be driving thru the land of spray tans and mosquitos

Past all the paper towns

If we’re ever gonna make it out

If we’re ever gonna make it out

If we’re ever gonna make it out of sausalito

There’s no better time than now

Stella is thinking, nursing her second Blue Moon

She thinks it’s funny

Never really liked the taste, like drinking perfume

She prefers milk and honey

All of the people frozen in a mile line

On the corner

All look the same, nickels and a dozen dimes

Laid out before her

If we’re ever gonna make it out of sausalito

There’s no better time than now

We’ll be driving thru the land of beer cans and casinos

Past all the washed up clowns

If we’re ever gonna make it out

If we’re ever gonna make it out

If we’re ever gonna make it out of sausalito

There’s no better time than now

Willow is driving down highways in a VW bus

It’s electric

Picked up a hitchhiker with blue hair and turquoise thumbs

How eclectic

Asked where she’s going, Stella said “I don’t know”

“I guess anywhere”

Willow said “neither do I” as she turned and laugh

“I guess we’ll know when we get there”

If we’re ever gonna make it out of sausalito

There’s no better time than now

We’ll be driving thru the land of fake Al Pacino’s

looking for a one night stand

If we’re ever gonna make it out

If we’re ever gonna make it out

If we’re ever gonna make it out of sausalito

There’s no better time than now