When I look in your eyes I see drunken nights and fights
I see pain and lonely girls and bitter jokes
I see mistakes, I see love, I see pizza and sodas
I see bikes and pills, Berlin and Montreal
I see empty bars and song that we sang for f****d up souls
I see old shoes, dirty sex with German girls
I see whiskey and cocaine and cold nights in the rain
I see thousands of drives home and I see trust
What happens on the road stays in the van
The time we fought over g*****n cigarettes
What happens every night stays in our heads
What happens on the road stay in the van
I see phone calls every night and postcards I forgot
stampless at the bottom of my bag
I see kids in Baltimore drinking nyquil and moonshine
I see us with Fat Mike and Spider from Pogues
I see strippers and bouncers and a couple suicide girls
I see idols, rockstars, heroes and assholes
I see basements and old squats and Diamonds In The Ditch
But I hear Steve Earle, Dead Prez and David Allan Coe
What happens on the road stays in the van
The time we fought over your g*****n cigarettes
What happens every night stays in our heads
What happens on the road stays in the van
I see contradictions and I see good reasons to quit
But I see better ones to play another show
I see novels and I see porn, I hear s****y and great songs
I see building, beaches, bridges and old dogs
What happens on the road stays in the van
The time we fought over your g*****n cigarettes
What happens every night stay in our heads
What happens on the road stays in the van [x2]
