Back In The Van

I’ve been on vacation, living in the sun
I’m all alone at night when the vampires come
Car seat is burning, heading to the gym
I try to love this place but I feel nothing
Cause my home is at the quick stop off route 35
I miss the diners, I miss the bars
I miss the shithole dives, and the passing cars
I miss the hotels, I miss the smell
Tell that corvette dealer he can go to hell
Cause my home is in the back of an Econoline tonight
I’m getting back in the van
I’m heading out on the highway
I’m getting back in the van
And it feels just like the old days, old days
I guess that I’m looking for something you won’t understand
So I’m getting back in the van
I don’t need no address, don’t need no phone
Don’t need my name on a guest list where I wanna go
Cause from city to city, from town to town
I got my feet on the dashboard and the windows down
My home is in between the white and yellow lines tonight
I’m getting back in the van
I’m heading out on the highway
I’m getting back in the van
And it feels just like the old days, old days
I guess that I’m looking for something you won’t understand
So I’m getting back in the van