We all want to scream.
We all want to laugh and say bring it on.
Well that's the price you pay for stepping on that floor,
for wanting it that badly.

Motivation, and nothing here to do.
We'd sit around that truckstop table
and talk it through.
Motivation, there's so much left to see,
that whiskey bottle's almost empty.
At least we're still friends.

We can always sit on the steps
and laugh about it.
Things change alot, not always for the best.
But damn, we're lucky.

God damn, we're lucky.