I Don't Know Where It Ends
See the world, chase the sun
I'll hold it down, I'll be the one
Fall asleep, dream of me
You are the boat, I am the sea
Sleeping in a borrowed van
Fast food trash and Red Bull cans
And it's fifteen days 'til I see my girls again
Fifteen days 'til this west coast tour ends
I don't mind the open slot
But I wish the sound guys cared a lot
They alway seem to get it right for the headlining band
When the lights go down, and the crowd gets out of hand
It's a start
It's a start, but I don't know where it ends
No I don't know, no I don't know
No I don't know where it ends
I know the record 'aint selling yet
But if you forced me to make a bet
I'd say we've got a sleeper hit on our hands boys we just have to wait
Made a hundred-thousand dollar bet so I know what's at stake
It's a start
It's a start, but I don't know where it ends
The critics and cynics may tear us apart
Laugh at our music and spit on our art
But the lines of success are defined in my heart
And all these miles we've come are just miles in my head
I'm still working 40 hours at a desk
The elephant in the room that cuts through all the fluff
Push comes to shove, are we good enough
It's a start
It's a start, but I don't know where it ends
The critics and cynics may tear us apart
Laugh at our music and spit on our art
But the lines of success are defined in my heart
I'll hold it down, I'll be the one
Fall asleep, dream of me
You are the boat, I am the sea
Sleeping in a borrowed van
Fast food trash and Red Bull cans
And it's fifteen days 'til I see my girls again
Fifteen days 'til this west coast tour ends
I don't mind the open slot
But I wish the sound guys cared a lot
They alway seem to get it right for the headlining band
When the lights go down, and the crowd gets out of hand
It's a start
It's a start, but I don't know where it ends
No I don't know, no I don't know
No I don't know where it ends
I know the record 'aint selling yet
But if you forced me to make a bet
I'd say we've got a sleeper hit on our hands boys we just have to wait
Made a hundred-thousand dollar bet so I know what's at stake
It's a start
It's a start, but I don't know where it ends
The critics and cynics may tear us apart
Laugh at our music and spit on our art
But the lines of success are defined in my heart
And all these miles we've come are just miles in my head
I'm still working 40 hours at a desk
The elephant in the room that cuts through all the fluff
Push comes to shove, are we good enough
It's a start
It's a start, but I don't know where it ends
The critics and cynics may tear us apart
Laugh at our music and spit on our art
But the lines of success are defined in my heart
Credits
Writer(s): Jesse Crowley
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