Somehow I’m underground again,
and I’m trying to get where each day ends.
Dodging investors and police,
(oh) maybe tonight I’ll get some peace.
It should be home by now, I know,
but every day the urge gets stronger just to go.
When I’m back again it’s not enough.
The edge of the steering wheel feels rough –
turning through corners long since lost
and falling asleep from the exhaust.
It should be home again, I know,
but every day the urge gets stronger just to go.
Go back to “Secret Weapon” or Station Wagons.