Lost on the freeway again

Looking for means to an end

Nobody knows which way it's gonna bend

Lost on the freeway again

Walking the breezeways again

Thinking of something, my friend

I've grown tired of living Nixon's mess

Walking the breezeways again

I know there'll come a day

When you'll say that you don't know me

And I know there'll come a time

When there's nothing anybody owes me anymore

Locked in the attic again

Out of the shallow and into the deep end

I've got a wound that I know will never end

Locked in the attic again

I know there'll come a day

When you'll say that you don't know me

I know there'll come a time

When there's nothing anybody owes me anymore

Lost on the freeway again

Looking for means to an end

Nobody knows which way it's gonna bend

Lost on the freeway again

I know there'll come a day

When you'll say that you don't know me

And I know there'll come a time

When there's nothing anybody owes me anymore