meat puppets
lost
Lost on the freeway again Lookin' for means to an end Nobody knows which way it's gonna bend 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 anybody 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  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 anybody owes me anymore