My new home is on the A11

I've been driving up and down this road all year

And it ain't fun when you're stuck in the slow lane

Doing sixty miles an hour with no fifth gear

When I arrive I'm so strung out

And it ain't long before I'm driving back again

I'm spending too much time in my car

I feel so empty when I've gone so far

Sick to death of this transitory lifestyle

Cos i don't know where the hell I'd call my home

You won't believe the sick things you get up to

When you're stuck inside your car for hours alone

Another thousand on the clock

Too much time is wasted filling up again

I'm spending too much time in my car

I feel so empty when I've gone so far

And I just can't explain the way I feel

I'm spending too much time behind the wheel