I've been so many places
but I still ain't seen a thing
ten thousand miles
straight down these thin white dotted lines
my eyes are starting to sting
we travel small towns to big cities
to play all our favorite dives
these are probably gonna be the best days of our lives
so here we go
back on the road again
and wish me well
I got no soul left to sell
although we may not have very much to show for it now
at least we'll have these stories to tell
yea we're definitely going to hell
we've been stranded in the desert
even had a broken heater in the cold
we're always waiting for another night to fall
these driving days, they seem so long
well these times ain't always easy
and our moneys running dry
these are probably gonna be the best days of our lives
so here we go
back on the road again
and wish me well
I got no soul left to sell
although we may not have very much to show for it now
at least we'll have these stories to tell
yea we're definitely going to hell
so here's to far off places
here's to the dotted lines
and here's to pretty faces
we leave so far behind
good friends we won't forget
this prison cell we drive
these are probably gonna be the best days of our lives
so here we go
back on the road again
and wish me well
I got no soul left to sell
although we may not have very much to show for it now
at least we'll have these stories to tell
we've been on tour forever
and this van it fucking smells
we're definitely going to hell