Officer

Forty below, driving on deathly icing roads Back seat is full of clothes, I gotta talk this over Run out of gas, wake a stranger up to fill my tank in his pajamas I only got ten dollars I'm not drunk I wanna go home, officer It's been a long road and I feel awful I'm not drunk I wanna go home, officer And that's all, that's all, that's all She has company and I've walked into the wrong room So I go to the bathroom and I wash my hands in sulfur water A twitterpated buzz is coming off of her My admiration forces me to leave her She asks me to stay but I've outgrown her, so I'm Back in my car and I get pulled over I'm not drunk I wanna go home, officer It's been a long road and I feel awful I'm not drunk I wanna go home, officer And that's all, that's all, that's all With a warning I check my wipers and defog I notice my mind is on the floor But I must move onward So I pick a song and I sing along While lofty dreams dance on and on Over a place I'll live forever I'm not drunk I wanna go home, officer It's been a long road and I feel awful I'm not drunk I wanna go home, officer And that's all, that's all I'm not drunk I wanna go home, officer It's been a long road and everything's awkward I'm not drunk I wanna go home, officer And that's all, that's all, that's all *Cru