Lirieke: Yesterdays Ring. What Happens On The Road Stays In The Van.

When I look in your eyes I see drunken nights and fights
I see pain and lonely girls and bitter jokes
I see mistakes, I see love, I see pizza and sodas
I see bikes and pills, Berlin and Montreal

I see empty bars and song that we sang for fucked up souls
I see old shoes, dirty sex with German girls
I see whiskey and cocaine and cold nights in the rain
I see thousands of drives home and I see trust

What happens on the road stays in the van
The time we fought over goddamn cigarettes
What happens every night stays in our heads
What happens on the road stay in the van

I see phone calls every night and postcards I forgot
stampless at the bottom of my bag
I see kids in Baltimore drinking nyquil and moonshine
I see us with Fat Mike and Spider from Pogues

I see strippers and bouncers and a couple suicide girls
I see idols, rockstars, heroes and assholes
I see basements and old squats and Diamonds In The Ditch
But I hear Steve Earle, Dead Prez and David Allan Coe

What happens on the road stays in the van
The time we fought over your goddamn cigarettes
What happens every night stays in our heads
What happens on the road stays in the van

I see contradictions and I see good reasons to quit
But I see better ones to play another show
I see novels and I see porn, I hear shitty and great songs
I see building, beaches, bridges and old dogs

What happens on the road stays in the van
The time we fought over your goddamn cigarettes
What happens every night stay in our heads
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