Standing by the interstate

The cars go by

I must find a quick way out

I need to hitch a ride down south

Instead I stare off into space

Frozen hands and a frost bit face

Wishing I was back in the United States

I'm watching cars go by

I pace around from street to street

Messages I've sent to sea

A simple plea to get me out of here

Oh well, I guess

It's all about sheer lunacy, trapped inside this maple leaf

A heavy weight, a heart that has no beat

Standing by the interstate

The cars go by

I must find a quick way out

I need to hitch a ride down south

Instead I stare off into space

Frozen hands and a frost bit face

Wishing I was back in the United States

I'm watching cars go by

I need to rectify this situation best I can

I need to find a ride

Oh well, I guess

I'll pace around these streets again

Messages I've sent to friends

A simple plea to get me out of here

Oh well, I guess

It's all about sheer lunacy, trapped inside the maple leaf

A heavy weight, a heart that has no beat

Oh well, I guess

Oh well, I guess

I pace around these streets again

Messages I've sent to friends

and the cars go by