S.S.D.D.

Through the years of chasing dreams
 Steady moving onward in our 350
 Still broke as hell but enjoying the routine
 Sure a couple of faces changed
 Must have been for the best 'cause I can't complain
 When everyone's still giving 100%
 Our times together get better as we see the world through glass and mirrors
 Seems like when we're on the road the troubles back home disappear
 6 in all ready to brawl for a sleazy motel bed
 If we can't have that a friend's floor is fine
 We just need a few hours of rest
 Could you help us with that?
 Early morning wake with a band mates shake
 Half asleep beside another's feet
 The daylong drive to a nightclub dive
 Repeating the process tomorrow and the night after several weeks straight
 Now everyone's been sick at least once or twice
 My pleasant queen-size sure sounds nice
 After a month of drunken humor our jokes get old like our wardrobes
 And we're ready to make our way back to the southern border