Lost

Lost on the freeways again
Looking for cause to an end
Nobody knows which way its gonna bend
Lost on the freeways again
Walking the breezeways again
Looking for something my friend
I’m gettin' tired of living Nixon’s mess
Walkin' the breezeways again
I know there’ll come a time when you’ll say that you won’t know me
I know there’ll be a day when there’s nothing no one owes me anymore
Stuck in the attic again
Out of the shallow and in to the deep end
I’ve got a wound I know will never mend
Stuck in the attic again