Through the years of chasing dreams
Steady moving onward in our 350
Still broke as hell but enjoying the routine
Sure a couple of faces changed
Must have been for the best 'cause I can't complain
When everyone's still giving 100%
Our times together get better as we see the world through glass and mirrors
Seems like when we're on the road the troubles back home disappear
6 in all ready to brawl for a sleazy motel bed
If we can't have that a friend's floor is fine
We just need a few hours of rest
Could you help us with that?
Early morning wake with a band mates shake
Half asleep beside another's feet
The daylong drive to a nightclub dive
Repeating the process tomorrow and the night after several weeks straight
Now everyone's been sick at least once or twice
My pleasant queen-size sure sounds nice
After a month of drunken humor our jokes get old like our wardrobes
And we're ready to make our way back to the southern border
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Through the years of chasing dreams
Steady moving onward in our 350
Still broke as hell but enjoying the routine
Sure a couple of faces changed
Must have been for the best 'cause I can't complain
When everyone's still giving 100%
Our times together get better as we see the world through glass and mirrors
Seems like when we're on the road the troubles back home disappear
6 in all ready to brawl for a sleazy motel bed
If we can't have that a friend's floor is fine
We just need a few hours of rest
Could you help us with that?
Early morning wake with a band mates shake
Half asleep beside another's feet
The daylong drive to a nightclub dive
Repeating the process tomorrow and the night after several weeks straight
Now everyone's been sick at least once or twice
My pleasant queen-size sure sounds nice
After a month of drunken humor our jokes get old like our wardrobes
And we're ready to make our way back to the southern border
Steady moving onward in our 350
Still broke as hell but enjoying the routine
Sure a couple of faces changed
Must have been for the best 'cause I can't complain
When everyone's still giving 100%
Our times together get better as we see the world through glass and mirrors
Seems like when we're on the road the troubles back home disappear
6 in all ready to brawl for a sleazy motel bed
If we can't have that a friend's floor is fine
We just need a few hours of rest
Could you help us with that?
Early morning wake with a band mates shake
Half asleep beside another's feet
The daylong drive to a nightclub dive
Repeating the process tomorrow and the night after several weeks straight
Now everyone's been sick at least once or twice
My pleasant queen-size sure sounds nice
After a month of drunken humor our jokes get old like our wardrobes
And we're ready to make our way back to the southern border