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 Road Trips Not A Dream

I'll Dream Of Better Things To Come