My new home is on the A11 I've been driving up and down this road all year And it aint fun when you're stuck in the slow lane Doing sixty miles an hour with no fifth gear When I arrive I'm so strung out And it aint long before I'm driving back again I'm spending too much time in my car I feel so empty when I've gone so far Sick to d**h of this transitory lifestyle Cos i don't know where the hell I'd call my home You won't believe the sick things you get up to When you're stuck inside your car for hours alone Another thousand on the clock Too much time is wasted filling up again I'm spending too much time in my car I feel so empty when I've gone so far And I just cant explain the way I feel I'm spending too much time behind the wheel