It’s a shame that you are gone now
More like a shame that I’m still here
I miss you all so greatly
I wish I could disappear
I could join you in the distance
Oh, what travels lay ahead
But I’m trapped inside of these fours walls feeling miserable and dead
To escape this lonely madness would only bring me joy
Maybe I could meet you
I hear you’re in Illinois
And tomorrow in Wisconsin
I wish I could make it there
But I don’t have transportation what a fucking nightmare
And I know I’ll see you soon but I’ll write to you before
And maybe when you get back we could go on another tour
So can you pick me up in Colorado?
We’ll drive over the mountains
And don’t worry about bathing there plenty of fountains
On the way up to California and right on up the coast
All the way to Portland, Oregon
Where we’ll raise a fucking toast
And then a friend will call and say it’s a shame that I’m still here
Then we’ll go and pick them up and buy some more beer
Book a couple shows, oh man, I hope we make it there
Because the car will surely break down and we don’t have bus fare
And then we’ll call another touring band and say
Can you pick us up in Colorado?
This time we’ll head East
We’ll find our friends in Florida
And then we will have a feast
Then they will join us on our way up the coast
All the way to Portland, Maine
Where we’ll raise a fucking toast
And then another friend will call
Can you pick me up in Colorado?
I want to go South
We’ll find our friends in Houston and put good food in our mouths
And then we’ll continue driving right along the coast
All the way to Portland, Texas
Where we’ll raise a fucking toast