Worn Out Passport

I wanna die with a worn out passport
 In the pocket of stolen jeans
 On a beach somewhere I've never been before
 Full of people I've never seen
 And I want my body filled with
 More alcohol than blood
 Don't take this as self destructive
 Because this wish is filled with love
 So we drank and talked for hours
 About the places you wanna go
 I suggested every country in the world
 And I never heard a 'no'
 You could never look like a tourist
 I might as well have maps unraveled
 I wanna die with a worn out passport
 And I would really like to travel
 Whoa, Whoa
 I wanna die with a worn out passport (Whoa)
 I wanna die with a worn out passport (Whoa)
 I wanna die with a worn out passport (Whoa)
 I wanna die with a worn out passport (Whoa)
 Whoa-oh