lost on the freeway again
lookin’ for means to an end
nobody know which way it’s gonna bend
lost on the freeway again
walkin’ the breezeways again
lookin’ for something my friend
i’ve grown tired of living nixon’s mess
walkin’ the breezeways again
i know there’ll come a day
when you say that you don’t know me
i know there’ll come a time
when there’s nothing no one owes me anymore
locked in the attic again
out of the shallow and into the deep end
i’ve got a wound i know will never mend
locked in the attic again