My life, it's a hell of a thing

But I think it's getting better

I never did once think I knew anything

Apathetic to the letter (Letter, letter)

I'm sitting in my home when the manager rings

I gotta pack my bags, I gotta do my thing

It's tennis in the snow with my new friend Barnett

Now my dreams are getting weirder, but I really wanna see her

I know, oh, that we really gotta go

Hang tight, it's a hell of a trip

The band's getting better but we still feel sick

Woodford via Cuba, but you know I miss

The summer night and the Neidpath kiss

Can't sleep on the red-eye again

This thing could go down any minute, minute, minute

I wonder, should I write to my family and friends

And explain my predicament?

I wonder, would they find my phone and dry the thing out?

Would they check in my notes to see what I was all about?

I've said goodbye to Clara, I've said goodbye to sister

I know it sounds unusual, but you are gonna miss 'em, it's true

But man, what you gonna do?

Hang tight, it's a hell of a trip

The band's getting better but we still feel sick

Woodford via Cuba, but you know I miss

The summer night and the Neidpath kiss, oh

My life, it's a hell of a thing

But I think it's getting better

I never did once think I knew anything

I'm apathetic to the letter

'Cause there's always someone better

Hang tight, it's a hell of a trip

The band's getting better but we still feel sick

Woodford via Cuba, but you know I miss

The summer night and the Neidpath kiss

Hang tight, it's a hell of a ride

The band's getting better but the crowd is on our side

You know that I'll always miss

The summer night and the Neidpath kiss

Hang tight, it's a hell of a ride

The band's getting better but the crowd is on our side

You know that I'll always miss

The summer night and the Neidpath kiss