Everywhere in vans and behind garage doors, a hospice

ward of all the kids we know foregoing student loans

to watch the joints play catch up with bored. set life

supports, prepare to deport. these are the years that

scatter the young into doctors and drunks. so we take

such sweet speed. the best it could be is life work

free. it's the allergies of labor again, and the hourly wages can't

save us finances be damned. anywhere in bands. we're

gone once the summer hits gone to feel the elegance of

fuel and transit and sleep and the terror of streets

as the rumble strips breathe deep. these are the years

that scatter the young into doctors and drunks. why

did this storm wait so long on us. safe to say i'm

never going home to live the way i was before. waiting

for my life to implode with the sheer force of the

workforce. safe to say i'm never going home to live

the way i was before, fucked up on the coming storm of

credit reports and cash withdrawals. so them we'll go

if fortune exists farther than at home on the open

road where the small experience grows . we'll go