Crawling!
Soundclip
Headlights lead the way
It’s just the two of us tonight
Yellow lines bend and sway
Summer heat lingers in the shade of the night
My head does not like to elevate
Turn the radio up
It keeps the rest of the world out
Summer soundtracks can last a lifetime
Trade in mom’s sedan
Fit everyone in the van
I’m sorry Dan,
we let you down again
Fuck that band!
I’m going to keep playing until midnight
Go for a swim and start again
Make an album in a minute
This is going to make us famous
Promise we can sell a ticket
Backup signals don’t alert every cycle 
But draw every pair of eyes
Coffee shops lead to church group stares
Take a running jump and make a getaway 
Nothing was certain except for everything
Having everything and nothing all at once
Drifting to the middle of the universe 
All alone and all together
Going back to the lake too many times
Only to go back to the desert
Sepia tone every time 
Have you heard this song before?
I found it in Top Ten Breakdowns Of All Time 
Part 64. Check out this lyric interpretation video
Did you hear 
the new song on 
my 
home page?
MySpace. Top eight.
Yeaaaaaaaaah
Post every band we’re playing with in a bulletin
Loosen your grip on reality
By staying up late
This time we’ll finish the trilogy
Background noise for song title conversations
Don’t ask about our name
You’ll get no explanation
I’ll come over tonight and write a new song, give me 5 or 10
Send me the file on MSN Messenger
We’ll write the lyrics and vocals as we go
Just one take
Just one more song and the album’s complete
Print one hundred copies with the man's supply
CD release shows were all for a grade
Opener got famous but we stayed the same
Sloppiest pits I've ever seen
Keep the movement going because everyone else quit
Either making babies or singing like a cue stick
A town full of dead air
Get back in the van
Get a printout from mapquest again
Full tour of the valley
Two dates!
Watching our heroes from the side stage
Our villains are onstage 
Don’t care about getting sponsored by music companies
We have our own instruments
That get thrown on the floor
Just hook us up with sugar shells and flavored water
Pretzels and tea
The creativity of youth combines comedy and brutality
Why would anyone think of that
Ten years later we'll be stuck
cleaning up that mess
But it's all worth it
Every listener
But even without, it's just to create
I don’t know 
about you 
but I’ve never 
been 
happier 
than making 
music 
in this band