The car is packed, end of the show   but we aren't finished, we still got a 100 miles to go   we've still got a long way ahead.   Already we're longing for a shower and our beds   My eyes are starting to hurt   A foul stench is comin from my shirt   It's getting harder and harder to stay awake   We stop at a gasstation cause we need a break   Finally home, the day was long   But it's days like this that keeps us going on   I think about all the good things that happened that day   While I slowly start to slip away