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