State Bird: The Mosquito Songtext

Off, on our own, and everything I own, is in the back
And we're heading to Minnesota for just a night

Windows down, we breathe the fumes of summer air
Without beds we choose the pavement over grass
Interstate in a state we've never known
And will have passed before we even know its name

So farewell to Farewell, we burned slow
We hit the beaches when it's hot