Interstate 8 - Live at the Social, Orlando, FL - February 2004

Spent 18 hours waitin' stoned for space
 I spent the same 18 hours in the same damn place
 I'm on a road shaped like a figure-eight
 I'm goin' nowhere but I'm guaranteed to be late
 You go out like a riptide
 You know a ball has no sides
 You're an angel with an amber halo
 Black hair and the Devil's pitchfork
 Wind-up anger with the endless view of
 The ground's colorful patchwork
 How have you been? How have you been?
 How have you? How have you?
 I drove around for hours
 I drove around for days
 I drove around for months
 And years and never went no place
 We're on a pass, we're on a pass
 I stopped for gas but where could place be
 To pay for gas to drive around
 Around the Interstate 8
 You go out like a riptide
 You know a ball has no sides
 You're an angel with an amber halo
 Black hair and the Devil's pitchfork
 Wind-up anger with the endless view of
 The ground's colorful patchwork
 How have you been? How have you been?
 How have you? How have you?