Lyrics

On a hot and sticky stretch of Interstate 80 In the summer of 2005 \ Me and the boys and a van full of toys killing time to keep the dream alive \ Drinking up the beauty of the Iowa freeway, flat farms as far as the eye can see \ We were all a little bored and a little more behind so we pushed the van harder and cranked the AC \ Last night we played Gabe's down in Iowa City, a waste of a 4-hour drive \ A touring bill of the "Twin Cities' Finest" played for a roomfull of FIVE \ Tonight will be better, such beautiful weather, just 200 more miles to go \ When under the hood something's up to no good \ Watch as our hopes pour onto the road

Maybe we can find a song where we all can sing along \ Echoes in a song let the voices carry on \ This will carry on when the days have come and gone

We've paid our dues now it's time to collect call AAA for a tow \ A couple hours later we're hitched to the trailer \ Off to Nebraska we roll

Sitting and waiting and swimming in heat \ Sharing the ditch with the ticks and the fleas \ If I'd taken shop we'd be back on our feet, but we opted for choir instead \ Now our hope for tonight's show is dead

The tour's passed us by and the bottom's fallen out \ We're left with a wreck and a pile of doubt \ With nothing but debt left and no van to drive we'll do our best to survive

Storm sirens sounding \ The kick drum is pounding \ The crowd drowning out all the noise \ The ringing of ears from a trail of tears \ It's good to be back with the boys