Tour - Sean Oates
Crawling on the floor sometimes
I think I might have lost my mind
In here.
And I hope you find it there
Cos you can't see the show from outside
Sleep in the van
With a bag in your hand
Are you there?
Why can't you open your eye?
Cos you got too much traveling in your eyes
Wake me when the moon will rise
Cos I can't hide my eyes
From the guys in the band
You know they think you're dying
Well I can't say if they're wrong or they're right
But I won't have too long for you to hold me
There go your eyes they're rolling in your head
We got too much driving to do in the morning
You'd think I would be playing to crowds
Driving the coast and flying overseas
You know that ain't my story
I couldn't guess how long she's been gone
But I got a way to age your memory
That was the last thing she gave me
I got a four year old mouth to feed