State Route 27

I've been driving all night Out on State Route 27 Slugging on a bottle of wine From the south hill 7 Eleven And I got Big Star blaring Eyes out for cops in the mirror I turn off my headlights To get high from the fear I don't know where I'm going Out here the world looks sedate Cruising down the highway In my dad's old Chevrolet Make my way past the hideout Where the kids go to get high Post Rocky Horror Picture Show Dressed up like Furter's Golden Boy I drive over twin bridges Still love the smell of my street I'm homesick for a feeling That won't quit me or retreat Someday I think I'll move back here Buy a house for dirt cheap Settle down, grow old and be dug In the ground next to Dorothy and Pete Nothing's the same but this still feels just like home Nothing's the same but this still feels just like home Nothing's the same but this still feels just like home... I'll haunt the bars with Nathan We've been buds since thirteen He's still making me laugh Until I can barely breathe Someday this weight will be lifted Someday I'll finally sleep Someday I'll make some sense of it all In this worn out driver's seat