Interstate 8

Spent 18 hours waiting stoned for space
 I spent the same 18 hours in the same damn place
 I'm on a road shaped like a figure 8
 I'm going nowhere, but I'm guaranteed to be late
 You go out like a riptide
 You know that 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? [x2]
 How have you? [x2]
 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 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 that 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? [x2]
 How have you? [x2]