Since you left, there's more room on my bed
For me to throw my old things on and off
Said you don't mind
Why would you mind that I've taken up your spot?
With photos and postage and clothing and garbage
And filled up every box after box after box
And threw them all out with bags of old bills that I've shredded
So no one can rearrange my life
They can just have it on my lawn before all hell breaks loose
Making space for three guys and some gear
For one more month which might feel like a full year
And I don't mind
Why would I mind that I've put in my two weeks?
From a desk and a chair and a computer to stare at
When I've got my whole life to plan around
Something lifeless like a full time job
I won't be pushing paper when there's
Miles to inspire me to rearrange my life
I can just have it
On the road before all hell breaks loose
On the road before all hell breaks loose
On the road before all hell breaks loose
On the road before all hell breaks loose
On the road before all hell breaks loose