Dust off the road, today especially.
The meter from the engine must be 500 degrees.
My head begins to melt, displaced geography.
The feeling in the air tells me that no one else believes.
But gas is through the roof, attendences are down,
you'd have to be fucking crazy travelling from town to town.
And we gave up everything just to be here, but I can't stop it,
I won't stop it.
Stopped by the sirens those red and blue lights.
The van is not registered... my oversight.
We won't bend, we won't break, playing on faithfully.
Then post my bail cause I don't think it's free.
They say pull over and I know they won't be bought.
Another endless day, but nothing's gonna pull me down.
I think of all the places
I would never see and nothings' gonna pull me down.
Inflation is up and markets are down, the only thing
I know is that we share a common ground.
Love is just a word, but this is more than that...
It's not something you measure with your formulas and stats.
My friends are all in front, they stretch from everywhere.
We speak most different languades but music is what we share.
This is something we all share.
Stopped by the border guards no one is getting to.
No visas, no t-shirts, so you're tour is through.
We won't bend, we won't break, playing on faithfully.
Then post my bail cause I don't think it's free.
They say pull over and I know they won't be bought.
Another endless day, but nothing's gonna pull me down.
I think of all the places
I would never see and nothings' gonna pull me down.
