4.Benson, NC (The Bummerizor)
It takes a couple of nights on the road
Of watching the lines come and go
Of wiping the sweat from my eyes
And watching the sun start to rise
It's a feeling in my chest
That my selfish little quest
Has led me here to this
And my common sense protests
I've been thinking I've got miles to go
(A bunch of fucked up kids just looking for
a home)
We might just find it there, at the next show
(You never know)
Because I'm back, back on the road again
So far, far from my home and friends
I'd rather be stuck in Benson
Than ever go back to fucking work again
It takes a couple of nights on the road
For the hours to begin to slow
For the minutes to convert to miles
For me to let go of the radio dial
If someone stirs in back
And we can have a laugh
This drive won't seem so bad
And then the voice comes back (saying)
I've been keeping score in my head
Marking with blues and reds
Counting the times I've felt alive
While subtracting the ones where I'm dead
And it comes around again
The little feeling that I get
That I've got to make the best
Of this time we've been given
Well I'm not anything like them
I'm tired… these are now my friends
Can't stop… Can't go home again
And this is what I cried that night
If you're tired of your home and friends
But need a place to go yeah
I know a place in Benson come meet me
And we'll never go home again
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