Everybody's on their way to heavenEverybody's gotta die to get thereEverybody knowsThe only way to go is to set up a private showEverybody lies to stay togetherStill, everybody tries to stay togetherMeet me on the road‚ the only thing I knowI've gotta take for us to go'Cause I'd rather not drive'Cause it's been a thousand years since I last triedAnd I'd rather not sleep'Cause I know that I'll have fevers in my dreamsEverybody's waiting on the weatherTrying to set up a private showWaiting on the sunDriving to the Pilot for their candy and their gunsEverybody wants to keep the lights onBut everybody doesn't have a choiceEverybody knowsThe bus to Hampton Roads is where you're gonna lose your voice'Cause I'd rather not drive'Cause it's been a thousand years since I last triedAnd I'd rather not sleep'Cause I know that I'll just see you in my dreamsAnd I'll see you at my‚ see you at my showAnd the more that I knowThe more I can controlAnd I'll see you in shimmering lightSaying "Hey little mountains"- I finally found youI'm finally aloneCome on‚ let's go