S.S.D.D.

Through the years of chasing dreams

Steady moving onward in our 350

Still broke as hell but enjoying the routine

Sure a couple of faces changed

Must have been for the best 'cause I can't complain

When everyone's still giving 100%

Our times together get better as we see the world through glass and mirrors

Seems like when we're on the road the troubles back home disappear

6 in all ready to brawl for a sleazy motel bed

If we can't have that a friend's floor is fine

We just need a few hours of rest

Could you help us with that?

Early morning wake with a band mates shake

Half asleep beside another's feet

The daylong drive to a nightclub dive

Repeating the process tomorrow and the night after several weeks straight

Now everyone's been sick at least once or twice

My pleasant queen-size sure sounds nice

After a month of drunken humor our jokes get old like our wardrobes

And we're ready to make our way back to the southern border