THE VAN
Four men in their forties who reformed after twenty years and are better now
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 144
- key
- D# major
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.48
- vocal at
- 3.7s
- length
- 2:33
- language
- En
lyrics
(the van) Four men and a transit and a mattress in the back Nineteen ninety-seven and a map that had a tear Two thousand miles of motorway and one cassette on track And we've all got houses now and none of us go there And the thing about the van is nobody wants it back And every one of us would get in it tonight The van, the van, and it's rusted in a yard And the man who owns the yard has got no idea what he's got The van, the van, and remembering is hard Not because it hurts but because it doesn't, and it ought Dave drove all of it. Every mile. Never complained. Dave's got a bad back now and a daughter doing law. The van, the van, and it's rusted in a yard And the man who owns the yard has got no idea what he's got The van, the van, and remembering is hard Not because it hurts but because it doesn't, and it ought (and it ought)