Although, it’s a dream living on the road
With wide eyes heading towards places unknown
But sometimes, sometimes it’s so cold
When the faces here lack [bad word] of home

I lie awake, in [bad word] euro-van
With people who hurt inside and find it hard to hide it at this time
And the people I know back home
Say they envy the road I’m on
But how could they know
There’s never been a time I felt so low

And Suddenly I feel like I can’t get up [bad word] over me
And I fell [bad word] 
Day and night I stay alone in a crowd
Longing friendship though old friends are around
So how, how could it be so
Well there’s no unity in this dream
I reached for it and found out its fiction

What a mistake to be here now
What a mistake to be here now
 [bad word] actions are all that I’ve found
Poisoning everyone and thing that’s around
Only hope carries me from town to town
Were still I find I’m just alone in a crowd
Of locals having a time that I wish I knew
And unlike me they’ll have a home to go to
Unlike me
Man its fiction

Suddenly I feel like I can’t get up [bad word] over me
And I fell [bad word] 
So now I just lay here
‘cause everything I had is dead inside this van