Called in sick for work

said the fevers getting worse

There's a lot of that going around

I packed a duffle bag

With some clothes from the attic

It's getting colder in the evening



I hocked my pocket watch

And a couple old guitars

I could hardly stand to play them

I drew all my savings out

Closed my bank account

stuck the money in the glove box



I drove away on Monday

I couldn't say where I was going to

It's just something I had to do

I was bored of it by Thursday

driving amorously down aimless interstates

searching for queues

Yeah for you



And I don't know where you are

I guess I haven't looked to hard

because I'm afraid that I might find you

IS it special where you are

Like Xanadu or Shangri-La

Is it anything like Omaha



I called in sick on Monday

I was already of the next couple of days

Some bullshit escape

I was back to work on Thursday

yeah, The fevers gone I think I it beat

The fever bite me, yeah it bite me

But I been sleeping and taking things

I think I've got it beat...