Fullscreen mode and so far away, waiting for days to be alone

All dried out and cracking up with a back full of knots and a fucked up stomach

This is not the first time and it probably will not be the last

It's been so much fun I can't feel my face and everyone thinks I am so well off

But I've been so gone I just don't know

Like an army of drifters we burn the hotels, we cover the streets

Loaded up on wanderlust with a wreckless thirst for release

We're not here for our health we're taking your money

In one hell of a show that seems to be never ending

Five years crawling out from under the bus it got me storing up a kiss for the ground at home

You know it only took a few finger cuts to figure out lots of ways that I don't wanna do it

Unclear instruction from a wandering man with no time for more than love and late advice

It's no wonder they've been dropping like flies with the shit stacked up so high

And this is not the first time but I promise babe I hope it is the last

It's been so much fun I can't feel my face and everyone thinks I am so well off

But I've been so gone I just don't know