Brandon and Travis were from the west coast
With a very particular need
Always quick to welcome new guest
But hard to keep up with their speed
Hard to keep up with their speed

The sun fell down behind the mountain side
In the middle of hot July
The two packed their Celica to the roof
And then high tailed down the 805
High tailed down the 805

One sun up and ten hours later
They sped across the boarder
As Travis gripped the wheel the two laughed
As they entered a world of new order

We gotta go, we gotta cross the boarder
We gotta get back today
We gotta go, we gotta cross the boarder
We gotta get back today
We gotta go
We gotta go………..