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