Everywhere in vans
And behind garage doors
A hospice ward of all the kids we know
Foregoing student loans
To watch the joints play catch up with bored
Set life supports
Prepare to deport
These are the years that scatter the young
The young into doctors and drunks
So we take such sweet speed
The best it could be
Is life work free
It's the allergies of labor again
And the hourly wages can't save us
Finance be damned
Anywhere in bands
We're gone once the summer hits
Gone to feel the elegance
Of fuel and transit and sleep
And the terror of streets as the rumble strips breathe deep
These are the years that scatter the young
The young into doctors and drunks
These are the years that scatter the young
Why did this storm wait so long on us?
Safe to say I'm never going home
To live the way I was before
Waiting for my life to implode
With the sheer force of the workforce
Safe to say I'm never going home
To live the way I was before
Fucked up on the coming storm
Of credit reports and cash withdrawals
So then we'll go
If fortune exists farther than at home
On the open road
Where the small experience grows
We'll go