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It takes a couple of nights on the road Of watching the lines come and go Of wiping the sweat from my eyes And watching the sun start to rise It's a feeling in my chest That my selfish little quest Has led me here to this And my common sense protests I've been thinking I've got miles to go (A bunch of fucked up kids just looking for a home) We might just find it there, at the next show (You never know) Because I'm back, back on the road again So far, far from my home and friends I'd rather be stuck in Benson Than ever go back to fucking work again It takes a couple of nights on the road For the hours to begin to slow For the minutes to convert to miles For me to let go of the radio dial If someone stirs in back And we can have a laugh SongtexteThis drive won't seem so bad And then the voice comes back (saying) I've been keeping score in my head Marking with blues and reds Counting the times I've felt alive While subtracting the ones where I'm dead And it comes around again The little feeling that I get That I've got to make the best Of this time we've been given Well I'm not anything like them I'm tired... these are now my friends Can't stop... Can't go home again And this is what I cried that night If you're tired of your home and friends But need a place to go yeah I know a place in Benson come meet me And we'll never go home again Aus Songtexte Mania