You wanna leave; you wanna find yourself
But you don't wanna do that with me
You wanna drive; you wanna feel the breeze
Between your fingers and the trees

You don't know where you're goin'
You get in the car, and you hit the road
Though I still love you, I want you to know

I hope you hit traffic, the magic gets lost
And the wind sits still
I hope it's a static, erratic drive
And you're slammin' on the wheel
You get angry and graphic
And I hope you hit traffic

You wanna fly; you wanna spread your wings
And you got a hundred more cliches
You think the road is what holds the truth
And no one's gonna get in your way

And you won't care where you're goin'
You'll let the car decide when you hit the road
Though I still love you, I want you to know

I hope you hit traffic, the magic gets lost
And the wind sits still
I hope it's a static, erratic drive
When you're slammin' on the wheel
You get angry and graphic
And I hope you hit traffic

You turn the radio up loud, but no station is clear
And a crackle from a cloud, then the rain is here
Could the car break down, could it be a sign
I wish you would, I really think you should
But if you can't be mine

I hope you hit traffic, the magic gets lost
And the wind sits still
I hope it's a static, erratic drive
When you're slammin' on the wheel

Na na na na na, na na na
Na na na na, na na na na
Na, na
Na na na na na, na na na

I hope you hit traffic, the magic gets lost
And the wind sits still
I hope it's a static, erratic drive
And you're slammin' on the wheel
You get angry and graphic
And I hope you hit traffic