Foolish Travellers

Towing shit through the sticks, living thin, barely eating food You can try and convince yourself to put aside the mental health and prove "I can lead a life like this. I can be indifferent I'll do whatever suits, and no-one will oppose me" Washed up cigarettes on the beach, another night beneath the trees Wake up with the sun that's my new routine, another day without caffeine Despite all this, the raving sick will take its toll how it sees fit Desperate masochist, but what a day to feel alive! What's the course least explored? I'm keeping track and taking score at night Aimlessly float about, try to overcome the doubts of life The further south this vehicles goes the more my fears begin to show Until I am exposed as just another foolish traveller Washed up cigarettes on the beach, another night beneath the trees Wake up with the sun that's my new routine, another day without caffeine Despite all this, the raving sick will take its toll how it sees fit Desperate masochist, but what a day to feel alive! Washed up cigarettes on the beach, another song that I'll never complete Wake up with the sun that's my new routine, another day in a rugged regime Despite all this, the memories stick: the mountain love and the overpriced drinks We feel enriched facing it, but what a day to feel alive!