Raise up the anchors and seal up the cracks   Self hate and microphones, we'll re-trace the maps   A beat up guitar and an amp I got for free   I compile blurred still frames from the blacktop seas      Weary bodies can't rest   We keep on moving      With a ringing in my ears and dust in my blood   With an empty wallet and a hungry soul   I don't have much to show, but I've got some stories to tell      College towns and apartment floors   We repeat nocturnally and leave out the backdoor   We fight like brothers and party like thieves   Excess and irony, alcohol and trees      Weary bodies can't rest   We keep on moving      With a ringing in my ears and dust my blood   With an empty wallet and a hungry soul   I don't have much to show, but I've got some stories to tell