(Verse)

Sleepless nights and red eye flights

Road stops Doug needs his Marlboro Lights

6 heads, 2 jeeps packed way too tight

Yeah we’ all brothers but damn sure we fight

Red Bulls and Rock Stars keep our eyes peeled

I don’t think I can handle another fast food meal

Living the dream of red lights and break downs

Speed limits, toll bridges, and shows in ghost towns

Watched the trees turn from pine to cactus

90 minutes both ways for a 2 hour practice

An air mattress equaled a good night sleep

But I counted most of my sheep in this here passenger seat

For familiar faces in brand new places

Comin’ out to see us no matter what the case is

‘Cause to you fans, man, god bless you

You’re the reason that we feel so damn special

 

(Chorus)

Wheels turn gas is burned

Every day’s another lesson learned

And I'll find my way, find my way home

No sleep tonight, no surprise

Tequila sunrise with out bloodshot eyes

And I’ll find my way, find my way home

 

(Verse)

We chased the yellow lines for love like the Tin Man

6 kids, 6 strings sit like sardines in a tin can

Drivin’ like tinkers from concrete to forest

Tourists with empty wallets livin’ off applauses

Eager for the road like kids for Santa Clauses

Hotel rooms the size of broom closets

Livin’ off fumes, cold coffee, and biscuits

The smell of stale beer, that's party of the business

And this, life's a trip but we're lovin’ the fall

Every person hurt and hurryin’ for curtain call

Are we gonna get sleep? Chances are slim

Because the night gets bright when the lights get dim

Hate us or love us, no time to discuss

It’s just one less shot for the lot to dis’ us

Gotta leave town but we hope you'll miss us

We gon' hold it down while you hold one up with us

 

(Chorus)

 

(Verse)

Our backs’ like we've been sleepin’ on a bed of nails

Hotel and food money comes from t-shirt sales

If gas gets any higher we ain't makin’ it home

‘Cause half our freakin’ budget’s feedin’ Tony alone

CD's we give ‘em out, ‘cause that's what it’s about

We’d trade the cash for a chance that this music will get out

And to everyone that let us crash and stay

You’re family even though we don’t share last names

 

 

One change of clothes for a 3 day trip

‘Cause more importantly we gotta make the drum kit fit

Get the kid hit the HOV, Sy-town in the rear view

The LI is locked down so I hop on the Clearview

From, ‘Cuse to the Roch’, and NY to Texas

We thank you for your floors, your applause, and your breakfast

Won’t make lunch we can’t stay long

So we folded your blankets and wrote you this song.

 

(Chorus)