Interstate 8 (Live at the Social, Orlando, FL - February 2004)

歌詞

Spent 18 hours waiting stoned for space I spent the same 18 hours in the same damn place I'm on a road shaped like a figure 8 I'm going nowhere, but I'm guaranteed to be late You go out like a riptide You know that ball has no sides You're an angel with an amber halo Black hair, and the devil's pitchfork Wind-up anger with the endless view of The ground's colorful patchwork How have you been, how have you been? How have you, how have you? I drove around for hours, I drove around for days I drove around for months and years, and never went no place We're on a pass, we're on pass, I stopped for gas, but where could place be To pay for gas to drive around, around on Interstate 8 You go out like a riptide You know that ball has no sides You're an angel with an amber halo Black hair, and the devil's pitchfork Wind-up anger with the endless view of The ground's colorful patchwork How have you been, how have you been? How have you, how have you?