Burnout

Burnout

New town

New lights

New faces every night

In turn

Heartburn

Beer stains and nighttime drives

We work

All day

Two jobs on minimum wage

No sleep

For weeks

No time to rest when you follow your dreams

When everyone goes

While everything fades

Never feels like its gone to waste

We still hit the road

I’ve been here before

It couldn’t be more

Familiar

Its home

When the panic hits

And the deadlines are missed

We’ve got nothing to lose

We keep on

Feel like we crash

Spinning plates we can’t catch

As we run for the finish line

Holding hands as we burn

When everyone goes

While everything fades

Never feels like its gone to waste

We still hit the road

I’ve been here before

It couldn’t be more

Familiar

Its home