Tono: C
F
My life's these yellow lines, concrete, and parliament butts
F
Exhaust fumes and rest stops who drive hard for their bucks
Dm
G
Load in, sound check, play show, load out, let's go, next city, oh great, off day
F
Hangovers, hangups, dial backs, running make up, apologies and promises
Dm
And nobody acknowledges that boys in bands got it so damn bad
G
But we love like the last cigarette we'll ever have
F
G
I'm putting miles on my body; 'bout due for a tune up in this gas station
Em
Food ain't really helping, but I'm loving every minute
F
Every road sign's a reminder of exactly why we did it to begin with
C
This is how it has to be
Am
A kiss for luck, submerge myself
G
And in seven weeks resurface
C
G
Even if we don't look back again
C
Tired boys and wired eyes
Am
Exposing imperfections
G
To the public eye we're perfect
C
G
Even if we don't look back again
F
I like these hotels, passports, random bag checks
F
Day dreams of love affairs that I haven't had yet
Dm
Touch down, baggage claim, new town, different dame
G
Same clothes, seven days, whew; damn, I need to change
F
And it's a lifestyle that I wouldn't recommend
F
Wildin' out on a level Nic Cannon couldn't comprehend (fuck outta here)
Dm
We made a lot of friends and even more enemies
G
Some of which were genuine and others just pretend to be
F
Soft raving baby, life's lovely
G
Even when the gray rain cloud's right above me
Em
The girl's textin' me, talkin' about gettin' all cuddly
F
'Cause you paint a pretty picture, but the frame is so ugly
C
This is how it has to be
Am
A kiss for luck, submerge myself
G
And in seven weeks resurface
C
G
Even if we don't look back again
C
Tired boys and wired eyes
Am
Exposing imperfections
G
To the public eye we're perfect
C
G
C
Am
G
C
G
Even if we don't look back again
F
And now it's back in a van with four of my mans
F
Until we catchin' a tan on the Florida sands
Dm
I feel like tourin' this land's made me more of a man
G
From killa California to the shores of Japan
F
Good times stayin' up late in Austin
F
Coast to coast V8 to Chicago
Dm
To gettin' up with Johnny Cupcakes in Boston
G
And smokin' that most great eight in Colorado
F
Home ain't home no more
G
I hug the road and kiss the concrete, and sometimes I even hear her heartbeat
Em
No matter where we go or where we at
F
We carry upstate on our back; it's like that
C
This is how it has to be
Am
A kiss for luck, submerge myself
G
And in seven weeks resurface
C
G
Even if we don't look back again
C
Tired boys and wired eyes
Am
Exposing imperfections
G
To the public eye we're perfect
C
G
Even if we don't look back again
C
This is how it has to be
Am
A kiss for luck, submerge myself
G
And in seven weeks resurface
C
G
Even if we don't look back again
C
Tired boys and wired eyes
Am
Exposing imperfections
G
To the public eye we're perfect
C
G
C
Even if we don't look back again
Am
G
So a lot of you don't realize there's a whole subculture of boys driving around in vans.'
C
G
C
Even if we don't look back again
Am
G
Looking for your daughters, and your lottery tickets. Love it or leave it; I'm like this.'
C
G
C
Even if we don't look back again
Am
G
I love my life, bitches
C
G
C
Am
G
Even if we don't look back again
C
G
C
Am
G
Even if we don't look back again