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