1 A.M. the venue closes down. It's been a fine day We're on a great big road trip from coast to coast The map is in our head, wave goodbye and off we go Free from normal life So many cool kids, so many cool bands Who were here since we began Whoa, here we go This adventure is our history We're out here on our own 6 A.M., the sky is turning light. Wish I could go home LA to Salt Lake in one long night The sun is coming up but my body feels cold inside What am I doing? We'll never get there And if we did then who would care Then there are times when I feel so alone and no one knows who I am Then there are times when Heaven's like a dollar not so quickly spent Then there are times when The kids we meet mean more to us Than we ever thought they could Whoa, here we go This adventure is our history We're out here on our own Driving all day, driving all night Five bucks for coffee, Tom got in a fight Sleeping on the floor, driving through the snow Sweaty, smoky venues at every single show El Diablo is our home Still one question: where do you let go?