I can't stay
I can't explain
So I guess I'll sit back down and
Try to describe it again.
Someday I might see you on the freeway
At the end of the day
Driving your husband's new car
And my good mood away.
This indoor lifestyle
And the headaches you had as a child
My drinking and carrying on
That you say are wild.
Most of the time
My head is simply not in the clouds
And I don't often do something more
Than my mom would allow.
Girl I guess its over
We could say let's just be friends
But you know as well as I do
That every highway has two ends.
Boxes in the sand dunes
Reactors tucked away in the hills
The lampshades and the draperies
And that bottle of those little purple pills.
All this adds up
To a sum that is somebody else
We got down here together
But you'll have to climb out by yourself.