Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
1 a.m. the venues closing down. Its been a long day.
Were an a great big road trip from coast to coast. The map is in our hands,
wave goodbye and off we go. Free from normal life(Free from normal life)
So many cool kids, so many cool bands. And were here since we begin.
Whoa, here we go. This adventure is our history.
Were out here on our own.
6 a.m. the sky is turning light.
Wish I could go home. L.A. to Salt Lake in one long night.
The sun is coming up but my body feels cold inside.
What am I doing?(What am I doing?)
We'll never get there, we'll never get there. If we didn't who would care?
Then there are times when I feel so alone
and no one know's who I am
Then there are times when Gabe and Mike and Dom
are there to be friends
Then there are times when the kids we meet mean more to us
then we ever thought they could
Whoa, here we go. This adventure is our history.
Were out here on our own.
Driving all day, driving all night.
Mike bought some coffee Dom got in a fight
Sleeping on the floor, driving through the snow.
Sweaty smoky venues at ever single show.
El Diablo is our home
Still one question: Where did Gabe go?
Whoa, here we go. This adventure is our history
were out here on our own
Whoa, here we go. This adventure is our history
were out here on our own.
