[To the tune of Rocket Man]
I packed my bags last night, pre-hike
Zero hour, nine am
And I’m gonna be high as a kite by then
I miss the trails so much, I miss the life
It’s peaceful in the wild
On such a timeless hike
And I think it’s gonna be a long, long time ‘til sun down brings me
Round again to find they’re not the shoes I wear to work at home
Oh no, no, no, it’s a Chaco tan
Chaco tan, burning up my feet up here alone
And I think it’s gonna be a long, long time ‘til sun down brings me
Round again to find they’re not the shoes I wear to work at home
Oh no, no, no, it’s a Chaco tan
Chaco tan, burning up my feet up here alone
Shade ain’t the kind of place to raise your kids
In fact it’s cold as hell
And there’s no sun there to tan them, if you did
And all this sun block, I don’t understand
It’s just my life, all days of the week
A Chaco tan, a Chaco tan
And I think it’s gonna be a long, long time ‘til sun down brings me
Round again to find they’re not the shoes I wear to work at home
Oh no, no, no, it’s a Chaco tan
Chaco tan, burning up my feet up here alone
And I think it’s gonna be a long, long time ‘til sun down brings me
Round again to find they’re not the shoes I wear to work at home
Oh no, no, no, it’s a Chaco tan
Chaco tan, burning up my feet up here alone
And it’s gonna be a long, long time
And it’s gonna be a long, long time
And it’s gonna be a long, long time
And it’s gonna be a long, long time
And it’s gonna be a long, long time
And it’s gonna be a long, long time
And it’s gonna be a long, long time
And it’s gonna be a long, long time