1 A.M., the club is closing down. it's been a long day 

We're on a great big road trip from coast to coast 

The map is in our hands, wave goodbye and off we go 

Free from normal life 

This adventure is our history, we're out here on our own 

Whoa, here we go 

We'll never get there, we'll never get there 

If we didn't, who would care? 

6 A.M., the sky is turning light. Wish I could go home 

LA to Salt Lake in one long night 

The sun is coming up but my body feels cold inside 

What am I doing? 

This adventure is our history, we're out here on our own 

Then there are times when 

I feel so alone and no one knows who I am 

Then there are times when 

Gabe and Mike and Dom are there to be friends 

Then there are times when 

The kids we meet mean more to us 

Than we ever thought they could 

Driving all day, driving all night 

Mike bought some coffee, Dom got in a fight 

Sleeping on the floor, driving through the snow 

Sweaty, smoky venues at every single show 

El Diablo is our home 

Still one question: where did Gabe go?