Lyrics

I?VE BEEN SITTIN HERE BOUT HALF AN HOUR
MY DISPOSITION?S GETTING SOUR
I?VE GONE HALF A MILE WITH FIFTY MORE TO GO
THIS FREEWAY?S LIKE A PARKING LOT
MY RADIATOR?S GETTING HOT
IF I DON?T MOVE HER SOON SHE?S GONNA BLOW

AIN?T MUCH TO DO BUT LOOK AROUND
I?VE ADJUSTED THE MIRRORS THE SEATS AND THE SOUND
COMING OUT OF MY CAR RADIO
THE NEWS COMES ON IT?S ALL THE SAME
BOUT CRIME AND DRUGS AND LACK OF RAIN
HE TELLS ME I?LL SIT HERE ANOTHER HOUR OR SO

I JUST DON?T KNOW WHAT I WAS THINKING
THIS LAND OF MILK AND HONEY?S GONNA DRIVE ME TO DRINKIN
I WONDER AS I?M WATCHING ALL THIS JOY AND BLISS
WHAT?S A MAN LIKE ME DOIN IN A PLACE LIKE THIS

I SEE THE WRITING ON THE WALL
OF AN OVER-CROWDED MINI-MALL
ON SIGNS AND BENCHES AND ON THE OVERPASS
I WONDER HOW THEY GET UP THERE
I FINALLY MOVE TO SECOND GEAR
HOPE AND PRAY I DON?T RUN OUT OF GAS

I WANNA GO WHERE THE AIR IS CLEAN
THE GRASS IS BLUE AND THE HILLS ARE GREEN
THE TREES GROW TALL BY A MOUNTAIN STREAM
THIS CITY LIVING, WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME



WORDS BY SAM MORRISON
MUSIC BY SAM MORRISON
©1998 Convalian Productions