Someday When Things Are Good - GDP

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 road