Sittin in the sun blowing smoke and talking shit with no reasons
I'm happy to be out disconnected from the scene at the hotel
I'm looking forward to a time when my mind is not so easily scattered
And remembering the days when your love was all that mattered
I...I....
The mountains in the distance look so fake I can't believe it's not real mountains
And postcard illusions are seducing me to consider my options
Oh A road is not a home but it soothes me like a friend or a lover
It's a chance to coalesce in a van drink some beer and recover
I...I... there is no one here
you cannot compare me x3
there is no here
I let you down
soul sounds x2
Soon I'll find a place and rent a box and put some stuff in it
Until then I glorify all my vices and just roll with the punches
Oh the moral of the story almost always ruins everyone in it
Sometimes the learning's in the music and better I just burn some britches
I.. I... there is no one here
you cannot compare me x3
there is no one here
I let you down soul sounds x3
