All night drive from Cafalonia, the sun at our backs There's change in the cracks from my pocket in the cushion in then benches of the van Hey Ian, who's this band You keep playing on the iPod, I nod in out of sleep to the rhythm of the beat Awaken to laughter and war stories, turn down the radio I wanna talk about adventure and where we been New York and SF with DTM Triple Rock, getting lost, Google Maps Home? Remind me why I'm coming back Swing Ding in Tuscan, I sing along, I don't speak Spanish but I know the song I need a Red Bull and the Arrivals on Hey Eric is generic okay? Like the Pine Hill Haints say we're living on a dollar a day Talking about Alex's in LBC. Rob got a new name its not PC How long will it take? We're on the way We spent half the night at Flying J Navajo blankets and novelty hats Nobody notices nobody pumped gas So We got, we got, we gotta get back We want, we want a victory lap Too long, too long, too long in these clothes Spagett please go check if the trailers closed I sleep, I sleep, I sleep in the back Tj, Tj, where my money at? I lose my meds, Fadi lose his phone Can't stop to piss 'cause we're almost home Where my cat is 1 3 and 5 5-1-2 The end of all trips T to the E to the X A S Please don't let me let myself forget That we had it good in that moment That we're G.F.F.G