Verse 1

Gas tank full and the highway open wide

Maxim Tomilin sitting on the passenger side

Got a bag of crisp M&Ms sitting in my lap

And a two-liter Coca-Cola lying on the map

We left the morning quiet, heading down the line

Leaving every worries in the dust we left behind

Chorus

Oh, we’re rolling down the blacktop, driving to Minsk

Counting every mile with every gentle twist

Sweet chocolate crunch and a cold soda fizz

Nothing in this big world sweeter than this

With your hand in mine as the miles pass by

Underneath the endless blue Belorussian sky

Verse 2

You pass me the yellow bag, laughing at the red

Singing along to every word the radio said

A sip of cold Coke, a glance across the seat