I've been thinking
Life's been too good these days
And ya know i've been drinking
Away all the spare change
I got the feeling
That this could be the end
Rusted like the van
We drove 3,000 miles in
Time to take another bus to Chicago
Head thru Kansas on to Colorado
Straight thru the desert to the forest on fire
If the van don't make it you can call me a liar
Party with boss daughter if theyre in Reno
And the Pyrate punx out in Sacramento
Till I can put a pbr in the sand
Back in California then over to New York again
Truckstops rule
But I'm no fool when it comes to it
Just here for the microwave
And to STEAL ALL THE CONDIMENTS
Life is about choices... and im
Stoked for ones I did not make
I don't drive so I can't see straight
Call it a waste but you can't relate
Don't miss the exit
We could run out of gas At any minute
Push the van into a parking space and hang out to avoid a ticket
Eat week old bagels and wait for friends I got drunk with.. that one time
Find out they overdosed
Friends are still friends if you only knew them one night