Slave to the road
When every mountain you pa** by feels like a home
Scared to get old
We are pouring out our youth from the bottom of our soles
Keep calling home just to hope for the best
When we leave, we feel like sovereign men
Never apologized for how we dressed, as a code,
When in the presence of good friends
Can't shake the feeling that there's something wrong
I wandered out to our favorite spot
Can't see the future from here, or feign excitement for years
On the basis of a lost art
Familiar pull
From your bed, to your couch, to your car,
To the place where you know you won't be alone
Stagger and fall
When the drinks wear off you'll forget you were ever gone