The car is packed, end of the showbut we aren't finished, we still got a 100 miles to go
we've still got a long way ahead.
Already we're longing for a shower and our beds
My eyes are starting to hurt
A foul stench is comin from my shirt
It's getting harder and harder to stay awake
We stop at a gasstation cause we need a break
Finally home, the day was long
But it's days like this that keeps us going on
I think about all the good things that happened that day
While I slowly start to slip away
