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