Interstate 8

Spent 18 hours

Waitin' stoned for space

I spent the same 18 hours

In the same damn place

I'm on a road

Shaped like a figure 8

I'm goin' nowhere

But I'm guaranteed to be late

You go out like a riptide

You know a ball has no sides

You're an angel with an amber halo

Black hair and the

Devil's pitchfork

Wind-up anger with the endless view of

The ground's colorful patchwork

How have you been?

How have you been?

How have you?

How have you?

I drove around for hours

I drove around for days

I drove around for months

And years and never went no place

We're on a pass, we're on a pass

I stopped for gas, but where could place be

To pay for gas to drive around

Around the

Interstate 8

You go out like a riptide

You know a ball has no sides

You're an angel with an amber halo

Black hair and the

Devil's pitchfork

Wind-up anger with the endless view of

The ground's colorful patchwork

How have you been?

How have you been?

How have you?

How have you?