put my lessons in perspective less unforseen expenses i ve drank the devil s wine and i ve used his inventions i ve slept in mansions slept on benches i ve laughed in the face of death and messed up friendships it s all for granted dammit we spent it faster than we cash it and we re not scared of accidents we re growing older hair turning silver we wanna see the world but still we gotta pay the bills first we live another day to load the van and play paper over pocket change apocolypse awaits maybe you ll learn from it before we plummet when the ground opens up like a coffin and we jump in to the other side of hobo lullabies drive i ve got a whole lot of nothing on my troubled mind drugs fly by administered by miles sleeping sitting upright and dreaming of her smile like she s the one for me so we don t use protection she helped keep my head trip in check lest i can t sit still anymore los sientos mi amor but soon i ll have to leave just like a hundred times before when this airport s got me down i call to see if you re around to pick up on the last ring and tell me to come back home now kissed the bangs out of your minty green eyes as wide as the road that curls like smoke on a cold night we make these long drives and im not even sure why the fear of what we d miss if we didn t fuels the whole ride we re all animals with tangible catacombs the past is the present of the future and after all we only miss the things that give us what we had when i wasn t so detatched and strapped for extra cash innovating tracks and cursing for a living rocking in rooms sometimes i m too tall to fit in making sense of our dead ends publicly finding our rhythms like the pads on a drum machine and we the decendents of the menzingers wandering along the same highway as the legends did like a van of gypsies we go on our way we feed the tank before ourselves and never say grace drifting lanes and wearing down the brakes we feed the tank before ourselves and never say grace lights blur faces and i ll never learn their names we feed the tank before ourselves and never say grace cause you can kick us out the house but can t keep us out the basement a thousand miles away from home sleeping in a train station you have to work late again and now im wasted a thousand miles away from home dreaming of you naked and when it all slows my only hope is we re together and you ll forget about my indecisivness and weary temper and think of cold beds and hot sex so long december when you were still in boston and i d write you love letters just remember me like that relaxin in your attic playin static age on wax while i crack your toes and laugh about the type of things we did with time to kill and lots of money but im a ramblin man with a long night in front of me from city to city country to country we bottle up and go i know im a poor lonesome boy and im a long way from home got one hand on the wheel and four on the road1