We're Really Doing It - This Is a Standoff

Dust off the road, today especially

The meter from the engine must be 500 degrees

My head begins to melt, displaced geography

The feeling in the air tells me that no one else believes

But gas is through the roof, attendences are down

You’d have to be fucking crazy travelling from town to town

And we gave up everything just to be here, but I can’t stop it

I won’t stop it

Stopped by the sirens those red and blue lights

The van is not registered… my oversight

We won’t bend, we won’t break, playing on faithfully

Then post my bail cause I don’t think it’s free

They say pull over and I know they won’t be bought

Another endless day, but nothing’s gonna pull me down

I think of all the places

I would never see and nothings' gonna pull me down

Inflation is up and markets are down, the only thing

I know is that we share a common ground

Love is just a word, but this is more than that…

It’s not something you measure with your formulas and stats

My friends are all in front, they stretch from everywhere

We speak most different languades but music is what we share

This is something we all share

Stopped by the border guards no one is getting to

No visas, no t-shirts, so you’re tour is through

We won’t bend, we won’t break, playing on faithfully

Then post my bail cause I don’t think it’s free

They say pull over and I know they won’t be bought

Another endless day, but nothing’s gonna pull me down

I think of all the places

I would never see and nothings' gonna pull me down