[Verse 1]
Since you left, there’s more room on my bed
For me to throw my old things on and off
And you don’t mind (why would you mind?) that I've taken up your spot
With photos (and postage and clothing and garbage) and filled up every box
After box after box and threw them all out with bags of old bills that I’ve shredded
So no one can rearrange my life
They can just have it on my lawn before all hell breaks loose

[Verse 2]
Making space for three guys and some gear
For one month, which might feel like a full year
And I don’t mind (why would I mind?) that I’ve put in my two weeks
From a desk (and a chair and a computer to stare at) when I’ve got my whole life to plan
Around something lifeless like a full time job
I won’t be pushing paper when there’s miles to inspire me to rearrange my life
I can just have it on the road before all hell breaks loose
On the road before all hell breaks loose
On the road before all hell breaks loose
On the road before all hell breaks loose
On the road before all hell breaks loose