Burnout
New town
New lights
New faces every night
In turn
Heartburn
Beer stains and nighttime drives
We work
All day
Two jobs on minimum wage
No sleep
For weeks
No time to rest when you follow your dreams
When everyone goes
While everything fades
Never feels like [F]its gone to [C7]waste
We still hit the ɾoad
I’ve been here before
It couldn’t be [Am]more
Familiar
Its home
When the panic hits
And the deadlines are missed
We’ve got [Fm7]nothing to [C7]lose
We keep on
Feel like [F]we crash
Spinning plates we can’t catch
As we ɾun for [Dm7]the finish line
Holding hands as we burn
When everyone goes
While everything fades
Never feels like [F]its gone to [C7]waste
We still hit the ɾoad
I’ve been here before
It couldn’t be [Am]more
Familiar
Its home