Sangtekst: The Wonder Years. Hostels And Brothels.

So you found me on the floor split open at the seems
Lights are blurring and they're right there in front of me
Tuesday we woke up at one
But it gets dark here at three
It's getting hard to believe in anything
Tuesday I called up my dad
Said I'm off balance and weak
Feeling homesick for things I know don't think of me
He said it's gonna get lighter, son
Just wait there and see
It's getting hard to believe

Last night in Leeds
Al and I found ourselves running the city
Looking for pizza, only found listed places
Seeing somewhere to sleep
I'm still waiting for the map to say
Home's a week away

The boys are drowning in ?
I'm amazed they can breathe
Weebles just got caught stealing a Christmas tree
We drove all the way to Glasgow
Just to watch our defeat
But the floor against the bed last night was too heavy

Last night in Leeds
Joe was talking to some barmaid
Trying to get lucky
I think it almost worked until he ran into Bobby
Kid pulled the cockblock of the century
I'm still waiting for the map to say
Home's a week away
Unless Great Britain comes to me and says
It's not so bad if you don't look at it that way

Last night in Leeds
The world collapsed all around me
Along with the shelf in the basement of Liv's house
By two or three, I thought we'd lost Josh and Mikey
They were skyhooking cans they hadn't emptied out
Last night in Leeds
I know we woke all the neighbors
I don't think anybody slept that night
Last night in Leeds
Things got a bit lighter
I guess my dad was right

I'm still waiting for the map to say
Home's a week away
Unless Great Britain comes to me and says
It's not so bad if you don't look at it that way