Lucca Burgess - Tour Log: 1995 Lyrics

Tour bus is rolling
There's no hot water so they shower in the cold that night
Sit in a circle, fighting control of the radio
Sleeping on boxed up merchandise

If this is what it takes
If this is what it takes
To get to the top
Then they'll all be along for the ride

Stop at a gas station
There's a petty fight about which snack to buy
Jimmy's hankering for some chips, but Craig can't take the sodium
Sean takes no one's advice and buys himself a Whoopie pie

If this is what it takes
If this is what it takes
To get to the top
They'll all be along for the ride

And on the way to Portland
Crossing the interstate highway
The overwhelming realness of it all
Helps their naïvety dissolve
Like the dust on an ashtray

Tour bus is slowing
Into the hotel like very night
Weeks run out like their supply of
Fresh guitar strings
Which Sean has a habit of breaking
During his ten-minute solos
Giving their overworked tour manager
A pounding migraine

But if this is what it takes
If this is what it takes
If this is what it takes
If this is what it takes
To get to the top
They'll all be along for the ride