Fifteen, passenger van with a faultynTaking you to the things that I forgetnAll the faces of my friendsnAll the places arennEverytime I go awaynIt gets harder to leave you, babenEverywhere I go I've been there beforenAnd I'm so tired of phones and losing your voicennFifteen-hundred eighty miles from your bednAll these hardening thoughts fill my headnHow many nights of mediocre shows?nHow many fights and arguments on phones?nnEverytime I go awaynIt gets harder to leave you, babenEverywhere I go I've been there beforenI'm so tired of phones and losing your voicennEverytime I go awaynIt gets harder to leave you, babenAnd everywhere I go I've been there beforenAnd I'm so tired of phones and losing your voice