I cant find my way back home
this hearts' at home out on the road
but there's a piece that will not go
its still stuck in Chicago..
Sleeping all these beers away
three hundred more miles until i'm awake
please pull this van over for f** sake
this brain's goin' to hell with every breath i take
all the voices in my head
are telling me to leave
a broken back or heart attack
wont take me from this place
memories fade as months fly by
the miles rack up as this tank is running dry
the cities seem the same and i think i know why
i'll cut the wheel and close my eyes