lost sense of the time on the highway italy to sweden no stop no breaks i hate being in this van is the purpose of every single damn probably cause it s the thing i live for contradiction of the soul fills my head i wanna wait won t you stay just longing for the endearing ones wondering what i do when i do so i hate being in this van music s in my soul still i feel so troubled thorn between the things that really matters matters to me i feel the twang the loom of what ones where a bound of you and me there ain t nobody who could imagine this feels like the break of roam i feel the fear and still embrace the loom i got the roughest crossing in the history to pass me to past