My life, it's a hell of a thing But I think it's getting better I never did once think I knew anything Apathetic to the letter (Letter, letter) I'm sitting in my home when the manager rings I gotta pack my bags, I gotta do my thing It's tennis in the snow with my new friend Barnett Now my dreams are getting weirder, but I really wanna see her I know, oh, that we really gotta go Hang tight, it's a hell of a trip The band's getting better but we still feel sick Woodford via Cuba, but you know I miss The summer night and the Neidpath kiss Can't sleep on the red-eye again This thing could go down any minute, minute, minute I wonder, should I write to my family and friends And explain my predicament? I wonder, would they find my phone and dry the thing out? Would they check in my notes to see what I was all about? I've said goodbye to Clara, I've said goodbye to sister I know it sounds unusual, but you are gonna miss 'em, it's true But man, what you gonna do? Hang tight, it's a hell of a trip The band's getting better but we still feel sick Woodford via Cuba, but you know I miss The summer night and the Neidpath kiss, oh My life, it's a hell of a thing But I think it's getting better I never did once think I knew anything I'm apathetic to the letter 'Cause there's always someone better Hang tight, it's a hell of a trip The band's getting better but we still feel sick Woodford via Cuba, but you know I miss The summer night and the Neidpath kiss Hang tight, it's a hell of a ride The band's getting better but the crowd is on our side You know that I'll always miss The summer night and the Neidpath kiss Hang tight, it's a hell of a ride The band's getting better but the crowd is on our side You know that I'll always miss The summer night and the Neidpath kiss