Tour Song

Seven hundred miles to play to fifteen angry men. I need some sleep. We hate them too. They hate the songs. This show is free. Just call it luck. They start to leave. Twenty minutes in broke another f**king string. Someone yells you s*ck. I start to plead. Suddenly that joe kicks hard in my veins. I cool down. Things sound good right now. Funny how no one knows we came. They wouldn't come anyway. Suddenly fists turn into brave ears, move as one. I let go of everything I had left at home. Should I feel grateful to play. I fell in love with my enemy. I'm living life my way. Two cool people came. A guy, a girl, in love with the whole world. Eyes wide with fright. They're hiding by the door. It almost makes it right. Every little thing must go wrong.