Breakdown on Interstate 80

On a hot and sticky stretch of Interstate 80 In the summer of 2005
 Me and the boys and a van full of toys killin' time to keep the dream alive
 Drinkin' up the beauty of the Iowa freeway, flat farms as far as the eye can see
 We were all a little bored and a little more behind so we pushed the van harder and cranked the AC
 Last night we played Gabe's down in Iowa City, a waste of a 4-hour drive
 A touring bill of the "Twin Cities' Finest" played for a roomfull of FIVE
 Tonight will be better, such beautiful weather, just 200 more miles to go
 When under the hood something's up to no good
 Watch as our hopes pour onto the road
 Maybe we can find a song where we all can sing along
 Echoes in a song let the voices carry on
 We've paid our dues now it's time to collect call AAA for a tow
 A couple hours later we're hitched to the trailer
 Off to Nebraska we roll
 Sitting and waiting and swimming in heat
 Sharing the ditch with the ticks and the fleas
 If I'd taken shop we'd be back on our feet, but we opted for choir instead
 Now our hope for tonight's show is dead
 Maybe we can find a song where we all can sing along
 Echoes in a song let the voices carry on
 Maybe we can find a song where we all can sing along
 This will carry on when the days have come and gone
 The tour's passed us by and the bottom's fallen out
 We're left with a wreck and a pile of doubt
 With nothing but debt left and no van to drive we'll do our best to survive
 Storm sirens sounding
 The kick drum is pounding
 The crowd drowning out all the noise
 The ringing of ears from a trail of tears
 It's good to be back with the boys