Lyrics

A call to my cellphone
You need my help again
There's shouting in the background
Whatever the situation is
We'll sort it out

Your other friends may roll their eyes
But I'll pull the van around
I'll pull the van around
It's 3 AM and we're strapping a mattress down

I had pointless hopes
When we were in high school
You left your parents' house
When I helped you move out,
I thought, "now here's my chance"--
I fooled myself, it's not your fault
I deserved less than all I got
A gracious, patient friend
Six months later you were on the move again

Your other friends may roll their eyes
But I'll pull the van around
I'll pull the van around
It's 3 AM and we're strapping a mattress down

What's wrong with your roommates?
You didn't answer the question
Because I had the wrong premise to start with
I went away and learned the cliche you were
College break and six months almost to the day
Your landlord kicks you out
She's a bit of a psycho, you say
I'll take your word for it

Your other friends may roll their eyes
But I'll pull the van around
I'll pull the van around
It's 3 AM and we're strapping a mattress down