Slave to the road

When every mountain you pass by feels like a home

Scared to get old

We are pouring out our youth from the bottom of our soles

Keep calling home just to hope for the best

When we leave, we feel like sovereign men

Never apologized for how we dressed, as a code

When in the presence of good friends

Can't shake the feeling that there's something wrong

I wandered out to our favorite spot

Can't see the future from here, or feign excitement for years

On the basis of a lost art

Familiar pull

From your bed, to your couch, to your car

To the place where you know you won't be alone

Stagger and fall

When the drinks wear off you'll forget you were ever gone