A twelve-minute set every night Until we save the state We won't ever give up the fight
We're driving 30 in an - car My face is dirty is this - windows I rest my head on my acoustic guitar Save up my energy for the night at the rock show
And all of the things that we've done Cannot prepare us for things we are going to do And all of a sudden we're penned on the run We're trying hard not to raise any uprouse I'm sure they'll thank us when we're finally done with a - parade taking up the whole downtown
And all of the friends that we made Would not be friends if they knew we were -- Today But there is no other way
And maybe when we're dead All the things we've said Will stick around and float Like buddy holly's ghost They will never stop
Cause I don't want to be A fish under the ocean Waiting for the day My life fades away And floats to the top
Here's my advice to you Do what you do what you do what you do What you have got to do What you gotta do
This is what it feels like To be a racecar This is what it feels like I'm so tall This is what it feels like I'm so tired No Not at all
This is what it feels like To be a racecar This is what it feels like I'm so small This is what it feels like I'm so tired No Not at all
This is what it feels like To be a racecar This is what it feels like I'm so tall This is what it feels like To be a racecar No Not at all