Lirama

Road maps, old crumpled flyers from shows so long ago, some broken glass and dirty clothes, some things I don't even know
I can't believe the end would come so soon, but these times we shared, they don't escape my mind
They won't
We'd drive into the dark night singing with the stereo
Right into the sunrise, from New Orleans to Ontario
From a windy city to one of brotherly love
It was fun while it lasted
Oh yes, yes it was
Well you know this is what its all about
Playing these shows for all these kids who always come out
We arrive at a different city every night
Hoping the kids there accept us and do what is right
Always welcoming us with open arms
Always welcoming us with open hearts
Some food, some gas money and a floor to get some sleep
That's the most we ask for and that's the most we need