Locos

We always travel at night
'cause we like it calm
The road keeps all its secrets
We've become good friends
We always stop three times
Once for a little drink
Another to grab some junk and sweets
And a visit to the little saint and a
visit to some place and one more visit
Someone always comes
To ask if we're here? If we're here? If we're here?
Yeah, we're crazy
Yeah, we're crazy
The cops watch us
When we take a stroll
We don't know if they recognize us
Or if they just think we're ugly
Night is falling fast
Gotta go check the sound
We never really know where we are
We're kinda lost
And a visit to some place.