Festival season is here The hippies all smoke pot, but I just drink beer The kids all flip biscuits and stay up all night But we're in bed early because we are early to rise And we believe And we live this impossible rock n roll dream You and me, a baby and a van A guitar, these songs, our dog and a pram Six strings and a story to tell Just one song away from that tall fortune bell The army is growing, revolution is near Just one more recording, we'll make it this year And we believe And we live this impossible rock n roll dream You and me, a baby and a van A guitar, these songs, our dog and a pram