Sounds like: The Welcome Wagon, Sisyphus, DM Stith
From the twinkling intervals of the first six notes, then the breathless, rollicking drive (that pushed "Little Miss Sunshine" through its voyage), the song begins as a celebration of freedom ("I drove to New York / In a van with my friends / We slept in parking lots / I don't mind, I don't mind / I was in love with the place"), which makes a perfectly fine road-trip and soundtrack song. But as the song begins to reflect on itself, we hear about the double-edged sword of nomadic existence, and that's where Stevens makes a song of the decade. - Treeswingers