Peter bought the van
And we drove it off the lot
Mr. Sincerity in a moment of charity said
"How much have you got?"
It was a 1963
and the paint was kinda gone
But the seats rolled back and the radio worked
and the damned thing seemed to run
     And it was time.
Jimi climbed aboard
And we loaded up the gear
Japtone drums and threadbare amps
That were just loud enough to hear
It was three against the world
As we left that one-horse town
To lock our horns with the City of Angels
And nothing could slow us down
     Driving down the road I
     coulda sworn I heard a voice
     That seemed to follow me
     It said, "Hold onto this time,
     in some corner of your mind
     cause you'll never be quite so free
     or quite so strong
     you'll never be quite so brave
     or quite so young
     Remember how it feels.
     Just remember how it feels.
Rolling through the south, Nashville, TN
A room for one and then came the fun
Of sneaking in all three
And in Warner, OK, we put our stetsons on
And we stood out on a corner of Winslow, AZ
And acted out that song
     Driving toward the sun I
     coulda sworn I heard that voice
     I thought I heard it say
     As you pass through every town
     You better take a good look around
     cause you'll never be back this way
     Back in time
     You know you're gonna leave this place
     So far behind
     Remember how it feels.
Peter bought the van
And we drove it off the lot
Mr. Ssincerity in a momnet of charity said
"how much have you got?"
     You'll never be quite so free
     or quite so strong
     you'll never be quite so brave
     or quite so young
     Remember how it feels.