MidLyfe's Crisis - Next Time We're Flyin'

Every year we have the same conversation
Where do you want to go on a family vacation
While thinkin' bout places that we could go
Three hands shoot up; I answered to slow
Looks like we're headin' to the shore again

500, 600, 700 miles, ten thousand people and there ain't one smile
Death grip on the wheel, don't cut me off, don't wanna die
Kids in the back, screaming and a cryin', wife next to me saying sorry I'm tryin
This may be it, next time we're flying

It's 3 am and I'm still packing the car
South Carolina, man that sounds really far
16 hours, but it should take 10
But somebody crashed, around the bend
Looks like I'm sittin' in traffic again

500, 600, 700 miles, 50 thousand people and there ain't one smile
Death grip on the wheel, don't cut me off, don't wanna to die
Kids in the back, screaming and a cryin', wife next to me saying sorry, I'm tryin
This may be it, next time we're flying

Finally get to Charleston, my eyes barely open
But everybody's up, and they want to see to the ocean, yea
Get that water noodle off the top of my car
the only place I wanna see is the poolside bar
At least everybody's toes are in the sand again

500, 600, 700 miles, a hundred thousand people and there ain't one smile
Death grip on the wheel, don't cut me off, don't wanna to die
Kids in the back, screaming and a cryin', wife next to me saying sorry, I'm tryin
This may be it, next time we're flying

500, 600, 700 miles, a hundred million people and there ain't one smile
Death grip on the wheel, don't cut me off, don't wanna to die
I... got kids in the back, screaming and a cryin'
And my wife's next to me already drinkin' her wine
This may be it, next time we're flying
This might be it, next time we're flyin
Can't see myself doing much more drivin
Maybe the kids can even meet the pilot

Written by:
Scott Parker

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