Interstate 42

Walkin on down the interstate, walking on down interstate 42.
Hitchin a ride to nowhere, riding my thumb to somewhere. Somewhere new.
I'm just waitin on the future, hopin for the future to come.
Thinkin about nuthin thinking about everything its what I do.


And there a train that's comin along side
And its goin to the city of the lights
And im all alone here just watchin peoples lives fly by
And I was hopin that you might stay here with me for tonight


Walkin on down the interstate, walking on down interstate 43.
A shadows walk so close to me, the lost souls all surround me
Going to there cubicles riding environment friendly bicycles
All out to make money but the moneys making them into
Consumers of faux happiness consumers of faux happiness


And sometimes I see things that shouldn't be there
And I wake up in places I shouldn't be
And sometimes people tell me that I'm crazy
Cause I see things that I simply shouldn't see
And they lock me up in a building cause I'm crazy
Because I see things different I cant be free


Walkin on down the interstate walking on down the interstate 41
I see the sky darken I feel the ground shaking and run
I run until theres nowhere left I run until I reach the end
I'm standing above everything the world is dark and dusty and I cry
For a lost friend