I drove through the desert on 13 hour haul, I stared up at the sky and down canon walls, I thought about my life and where it is I'm going. I thought about stopping, taking pictures for the folk back home. Its seven years now, I've been living for the road And three years now, since I set out on my own, All the names and place's I have been, The details they're forgotten but the melodies live on. I bounced around the cities and I've bounced off the sky, I stared down the pacific ocean black and wide, I don't know what I've learned, and I don't know where I've been, I don't know where I'm headed but I'm driving east again. I woke up in a parking lot in Denver Colorado, waiting for my clothes at an all night laundromat, I was dreaming about Mums in south Baltimore, I was thinking about my friends wondering what time it is back home. I bounced around the cities and I've bounced off the sky, I've driven through the Rockies in the dead of night, I don't know what I've learned, and I don't know where I am, I don't know where I'm headed but I'm driving west again. Now nothing makes me smile on a shitty Monday night, like staring at the pictures from Ernie's Open Mic. Said A Tuesday in Manassas, wouldn't be the same without C-Mo, Ricky, or Matty McGuine, and Drew... Dr. Ewwwww! I bounced around the cities boys, I've bounced off the sky, Now I'm parking my car in Chicago for awhile. I don't know what I've learned, but I know who I am. You live where you are and my home is with friends. [Sample from "Alcohol" by Who Are The Southern Baptist?)