[Intro: Instrumental, no voices] [Verse - male voice only] This coffee tastes like battery acid with a touch of diesel fuel, At my age, sleeping in a van is no longer cool. [Verse - female voice only] Well, you get to drink your morning brew with a view of the pines, No need to punch a clock at eight or deal with tight deadlines [Verse - male voice only] My back's still sore from sleeping on the floor at that guy's house last week, I'd give anything for a big soft bed with clean smelling sheets [Verse - female voice only] At least we got a roof overhead wherever we might drive, And we get to meet some brand new folks as soon as we arrive [Chorus - duet |higher energy] We’re broke as hell and tired right down to the bone, But we’d rather have this highway than a mortgaged home We yell, we fight, and we complain all day, But we're a perfect team, on stage when we play [Verse - male voice only] The soundman’s half-asleep and the monitor is humming, My head's still pounding from last nights drinks I shoulda seen it coming. [Verse - female voice only] Quiet down baby, the crowd is singing every word with us, That's the best feeling in the world and we just can't get enough [Verse - male voice only] I ate some gas station sushi and I think I'm gonna hurl, And the bass player's still smitten with that El Paso cowgirl. [Verse - female voice only] Well, I saved the last piece of pie so don't you fret, Now put your boots back on, the crowd wants another set [Chorus - duet | higher energy] We’re broke as hell and tired right down to the bone, But we’d rather have this highway than a mortgaged home We yell, we fight, and we complain all day, But we're a perfect team, on stage when we play [Instrumental break] [Verse Male voice only] The van door's bent and it won't close right And the back tires need more air every night. [Verse - female voice only] I got a crumpled paper map and a dumb old smart phone And somehow we end up making every town feel like home. [Verse Male voice only] We got a cooler full of beers but not any ice, It wasn't on sale so we had to pay full price [Verse female voice only] So let the gigs run long and the bank account suffer, We’ll keep playing together, times could be a lot tougher [Final Chorus - duet |Wind down a bit] We’re broke as hell and tired right down to the bone, But we’d rather have this highway than a mortgaged home We yell, we fight, and we complain all day, But we're a perfect team, on stage when we play
