Spent my summers in an arctic land
Rode up high inside a beat up van
When I had more cash than I had plans
Driver tells me he's a wanted man
But I paid no mind cause they had stopped for me
Recollect the last century
When he fell down ill we patched him up
And ditched the van for a better truck
I got wasted
October came and we went back down
To Baja Sur and a sleepy town
And we spent some time on tidal rocks
Remembered then that I'd had a job
And it turns out they had been worried sick
Called the cops after I had missed about 16 weeks without a call
My mind was shot from the alcohol
I got wasted