lost on the freeway again
walkin' the breezeways again
lookin' for something my friend
i've grown tired of living nixon's mess
walkin' the breezeways again
i know there'll come a day
when you say that you don't know me
i know there'll come a time
when there's nothing no one owes me anymore
locked in the attic again
out of the shallow and into the deep end
i've got a wound i know will never mend
locked in the attic again
