With a company of strangers we were singing in the van With the company of strangers we were looking for some fun There were a couple of young people that were telling us a truth They were putting things together with no lie and with no booze
We were tripping around the country we were travelling by car But the railroad was behind us and its there still so far On the road at autumn nights right for music right to write Our band deserved no name we were doing all the same As other bands were doing Tried gather money for Buick Collected as most as we can My lust is growing under pen
Now I feel that I’m becoming you
How to escape this kind of glory And not to repeat to idiotic story I guess we have only one option We need to cut off our emotions
With a company of strangers we were singing in the van With the company of strangers we were looking for some fun