Please tell me why we couldn't stay
  Don't let this feeling ever go away
  Let this memory forever be inside of me
  Through every hour of every day
  It's with the company of these friends
  That we drove on through the night
  Behind the wheel of armageddon
  We're gonna force ourselves to live
  Thankful it's hurt more than we've ever felt
  It's just our means to an end
    And honestly we were armed with our best intentions
  Maybe those intentions alone
  are just enough to get us anywhere but here
  In the middle of america
  Six cylinders will take us further than any president
  The same promises that we forgot the last time
  There's no difference between staying and a bullet in the head
  Maybe it's gonna come from the radio
  Or the next 8 hour day
  Driving to the next town
  A collect call home to your best friend
  We are the company we keep
  We could live off of dumpsters if we have to
  Sell our blood by the pint to make rent
  This kind of dignity doesn't come easy
  But you'll never find it for sale