three hours and one ticket later
  after plying in a barn
  in a used auto lot
  where it was so cold
  i could not
  fret the notes just right
  we headed back to our hometown
  where we'll dream of better things to come
  dream of better things to come
  ten minutes after finishing
  we're packed up to go home
  and face another day
  cause once again we were not paid
  enough to cover food or rent
  or anything we need
  to make these roadtrips not a dream
  i'll dream of better things to come
    Thanks to vicki (punkrockprincess29@yahoo.com) for these lyrics