Sittin in the sun blowing smoke and talking [bad word] with no reasons
I'm happy to be out disconnected from the scene at the hotel 
I'm looking forward to a time when my mind is not so easily scattered
And remembering the days when your love was all that mattered

I...I....

The mountains in the distance look so fake I can't believe it's not real mountains
And postcard illusions are seducing me to consider my options 
Oh road is not a home but it soothes me like a friend or a lover 
It's a chance to coalesce in a van drink some beer and recover 

I...I... there is no one here
you [bad word] me x3

there is no here
I let you down
soul sounds x2

Soon I'll find a place and rent a box and put some stuff in it
Until then I glorify all my vices and just roll with the punches
Oh the moral of the story almost [bad word] everyone in it
Sometimes the learning's in the music and better I just burn some britches

I.. I... there is no one here
you [bad word] me x3

there is no one here
I let you down soul sounds x3