Another year I'm here, unload the gear.
There's a health food restaurant over there.
The sound's check's now but no one cares.
Hey what time are we on stage?
The trailer's like a puzzle packed.
With T-shirts, drums, and all our crap.
We take it back.
It's a science the third day.
Now we pack the gear, we're out of here.
It's a 14 hour drive but no one's sleeping.
Say your good-byes and then we're in the van again.
Relationships we're on the phone.
The autobahn's our second home.
I know those roads, from Berlin to Rome.
Like 80 in the states.
And I love this city ad I'd love to stay but at 12 o'clock we're o our way.
I'll be back again in early May cuz we just got added dates.
I've 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 pa**ed but we made it through.
Don't tell me about paying dues.
And if you paid, then you'll know too.
You'll end up doing it again and again and again