In The Van Again
Another year Iæ¦ here, unload the gear.
Thereæ¯ a health food restaurant over there.
The soundæ¯ checkæ¯ now but no one cares.
Hey what time are we on stage?
The traileræ¯ like a puzzle packed.
With T-shirts, drums, and all our crap.
We take it back.
Itæ¯ a science the third day.
Now we pack the gear, weæ®e out of here.
Itæ¯ a 14 hour drive but no oneæ¯ sleeping.
Say your good-byes and then weæ®e in the van again.
Relationships weæ®e on the phone.
The autobahnæ¯ our second home.
I know those roads, from Berlin to Rome.
Like 80 in the states.
And I love this city ad Iæ love to stay but at 12 oælock weæ®e o our way.
Iæ£l be back again in early May 'cause we just got added dates.
Iæ³e traded in the university for this back seat and poverty.
But this whole time I felt so free and learned more in the end.
And winter has passed but we made it through.
Donæ° tell me about paying dues.
And if you paid, then youæ£l know too.
youæ£l end up doing it again and again and again.