We drove two hundred miles
To play to fifteen kids
Who didn't appreciate the sound
(play hardcorrre!)
Our heads were pointed to the ground
Got promised some money
But the show we played was free
Kids started to leave.
And my fingers start to bleed
We'll never be on Fuse TV
We'll never be on the cover of AP Magazine
So what?
I guess we're taking a chance.
And I guess I'm bold.
Because I'm gonna teach this dance.
I'll leave it all behind
The promises and memories, the thoughts of another time and
I'll make it! Even on my own
You said to me I'd never change,
But on the road I'll never be alone
We drove three hundred miles
To play to 200 kids
Who wanted just to hear more
(play an encore!)
My back is feeling kind of sore
Someone took all the money
that I think we'll never see
Then Clint quit the band
And all the blame comes back to me
We'll never be on MTV
We'll never be on the cover of the Rolling Stone magazine
So what?
I guess we're taking a chance.
And I guess I'm bold.
Because I'm gonna teach this dance.
I'll leave it all behind
The promises and memories
the thoughts of another time and
I'll make it! Even on my own
You said to me I'd never change
But on the road, I'll never be alone
Never be alone!
Twenty Minutes in, I broke another string
What am I doing here? I can't even sing!
I can't stop this rushing sensation!
Stop dreaming start living your real life now!
Fuck.
