India

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