Seasick

Leaning on a sprinter

Ford Econoline

Another night, another dive

North Carolina, East of July

Burned out and waiting on the drive

It ain't easy, is it brother?

Keeping course without a rudder

Setting sail for weeks on end

And when your feet hit land you just want the sea again

Two bed apartment, air B&B

Four grown ass men, guitars, and me

Three o'clock load-in, no guarantee

But here's a chip for one drink free

It ain't easy is it brother?

Keeping course without a rudder

Setting sail for weeks on end

When your feet hit land you just want the sea again

I'm seasick, I miss it

I miss the dawn's horizon

Pacific, Atlantic

Whichever wave I'm riding home

It ain't easy, is it brother?

Keeping course without a rudder

Setting sail for weeks on end

And when your feet hit land, you just want the sea again