Interlude III Lyrics

Still learning real survival tactics

Acted out antics, anti-climactic

Sweat stains gained from running late to practice

Re-train the brain through road gymnastics

Tight white leotards made from scars from backflips

Less than sarcastic

Signed on the asterisk

Motor oil leaky

Looking bleakly at the road

If the van gets towed then we have no home

Push, get through, don't get too jaded

Thirsty for a drink, but I'm searching for replacements

Sleeping in a van or sweating in a basement

I pray that we survive and that the passion hasn't faded