Stare out the window and listen
You know what you’re sold
You know this story
Three old friends pack up essentials and head for the road
Eat up the blacktop, bloodwed and thirsty
Chase leads and follow, end up where the earth meets the sun
You’re from the soil, and visit these old haunts and retrace the steps that we’ve made
No moments wasted despite the short shelf life you’ve seen
Stamped on your shoulder, stamped on your forehead
We spit on these dates and numbers
No moments wasted despite the short shelf life that’s stamped on the shoulder you’re sold
Eat up the blacktop, bloodwed and thirsty
Chase leads and follow, end up where the earth meets the sun
Yeah you’re from the soil, and we’ll dig our way back
We’ll head for the center, eating up the blacktop
Yeah you ran for glory, with the storm at your back
No moments wasted despite dates stamped on your head
Take in the scenery, collect the memories
Pile up the stories, and re-tell the tales to the young
