Every time my case is packed
And I'm leaving out that door
I sell you you're not missing much
Out there on the road

We play Buffalo for ten people and then load our shit
Drive for under half an hour to some Motel 6
Watch some minutes of some idiots talking on some show
Play some guitar to the mini-bar, fall asleep in my clothes

You get mad and say I should
Enjoy this for us both
So I decide to tell some truth
With this tale from the road

We left Toronto for the first show and everybody sang
They sang along to words about you, oh the whole place rang
Thеre was a party and everybody camе to our hotel
Character actors, beautiful drunk girls, getting along well
Mirrors on tables, TVs out windows, bathtubs filled with wine
I wake up weary with Miss Fort Erie opening the blinds

Oh that last bit about the blinds, shit
That was said to make you smile
You're meant to be right here
You're meant to be right here
With me for all these miles
You're meant to be right here
You're meant to be right here
With me for all these miles