Three Idiots and the Open Road

[Intro] [Verse 1] Dusty winds hum through the wheels, Three fools laugh at the highway’s squeals, A guitar strums in the backseat haze, Violin cries where the desert lays. One’s got a map turned upside down, One swears we’re lost but wears the crown, The third just grins, strumming out of tune, Chasing the moon, howlin’ at the noon. [Chorus] Oh, we’re the idiots of the interstate, Broken brakes and a rusty fate, Strings of hearts in a junk-car choir, Violin spikes set the prairie on fire. [Verse 2] Wrong turns led to a midnight lake, Flat tire dreams in the rattlin’ wake, Guitar strings snap, but the fiddle won’t bend, Three voices crack, then harmonize again. We traded sense for a sunrise view, Ate cold beans from a busted stew, The road’s a joke, and we’re the punchline, But the stars don’t mind our crooked line. [Chorus] Oh, we’re the idiots of the interstate, Broken brakes and a rusty fate, Strings of hearts in a junk-car choir, Violin spikes set the prairie on fire. [Bridge] Campfire smoke wraps the canyon’s throat, We sang off-key till the engine wrote A ballad of gears and gasoline, Three clowns dancin’ where the road meets green. [Chorus] Oh, we’re the idiots of the interstate, Broken brakes and a rusty fate, Strings of hearts in a junk-car choir, Violin spikes set the prairie on fire. [Outro]