Wood walls and colored lights And tunes from the kitchen While the oven is hot Sunlight is soft Lie on the floor and sink down Into the carpet At the end of the day In the comfort of May Pack the car, we're skippin' town, we'll drive away High above the mountains up to Black Bear Lane Time slows and one week slips by Cocooned in carefree nights of Laughter and wine Rhythm and rhyme Far from the chatter Nothing else seems to matter But the crumbs on the couch And the days runnin' out Pack the car, we're skippin' town, we'll drive away Yes we'll drive, we'll drive away High above the mountains up to... Ba ba ba ba da ba ba Ba ba ba ba da ba ba Ba ba da ba Ba ba da ba Ba ba ba ba da ba ba Ba ba ba ba da ba ba Ba ba da ba Ba ba da ba We'll drive away Away