While you’re out there living your life
I’ve been spending most of mine
Tryna be a part of yours
Three minutes at a time
I’ve been laying tracks down
Tryna find my way
To be the background sound
To your glory days
And the best it ever gets
Is you come see us for a night
But that show it always ends
Yeah they’re gonna kill those lights!
And you’ll get back to living
And I’ll get back on that bus
We either keep driving cos we’re driven
Or we’re just too dumb to give up

[Chorus]
So here we go!
Back down this lonely road
Leave a little piece of my soul
Right there in that microphone
Well they ain’t never made me a dime
But they helped me find where I belong!
I swear the greatest nights of my life
Were spent singing these punk rock songs
(We’ve done it again, boys!)

I met a kid in London, who said she got the rocket on her sleeve
To remind her of when she’s lost and left with nothing
She’s always got her Second Family!

‘Cos it’s more than a place that we go
More than just some banners and bands
It’s the greatest people I’ll ever know
It’s what made me who I am

[Chorus]
So here we go!
Back down this lonely road
Leave a little piece of my soul
Right there in that microphone
Well they ain’t never made me a dime
But they helped me find where I belong!
I swear the greatest nights of my life
Were spent singing these punk rock songs

Singing that woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
(Woah!) Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh!
All the roadside calls and “I missed you’s”
Every “I’m coming home soon”
Scribbled set lists in flooded green rooms
And other years spent paying dues

Hawking T-shirts on broken tables
Lugging that gear through the rain
Blasting old guitars through busted cables
To think we only have ourselves to blame
For every empty gas tank and wallet
Pushing that van another mile
All the “so close I can taste it!-s”
Yeah, they still make me smile
‘Cos I’m proud of where we come from
And every lesson learned since
If I could redo all we’ve done...
I wouldn’t change a single thing!

[Chorus]
So here we go!
Back down this lonely road
Leave a little piece of my soul
Right there in that microphone
Well they ain’t never made me a dime
But they helped me find where I belong!
I swear the greatest nights of my life
Were spent singing these punk rock songs
We be singing that woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
(Woah!) woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh!

We be singing that woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
(Woah!) woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
(Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh!)
Yeah I found where I belong
Singing these punk rock songs