On a hot and sticky stretch of Interstate 80 In the summer of 2005
Me and the boys and a van full of toys killin' time to keep the dream alive
Drinkin' up the beauty of the Iowa freeway, flat farms as far as the eye can see
We were all a little bored and a little more behind so we pushed the van harder and cranked the AC
Last night we played Gabe's down in Iowa City, a waste of a 4-hour drive
A touring bill of the "Twin Cities' Finest" played for a roomfull of FIVE
Tonight will be better, such beautiful weather, just 200 more miles to go
When under the hood something's up to no good
Watch as our hopes pour onto the road
Maybe we can find a song where we all can sing along
Echoes in a song let the voices carry on
We've paid our dues now it's time to collect call AAA for a tow
A couple hours later we're hitched to the trailer
Off to Nebraska we roll
Sitting and waiting and swimming in heat
Sharing the ditch with the ticks and the fleas
If I'd taken shop we'd be back on our feet, but we opted for choir instead
Now our hope for tonight's show is dead
Maybe we can find a song where we all can sing along
Echoes in a song let the voices carry on
Maybe we can find a song where we all can sing along
This will carry on when the days have come and gone
The tour's passed us by and the bottom's fallen out
We're left with a wreck and a pile of doubt
With nothing but debt left and no van to drive we'll do our best to survive
Storm sirens sounding
The kick drum is pounding
The crowd drowning out all the noise
The ringing of ears from a trail of tears
It's good to be back with the boys