Take the road that leaves the city behind, 

The heat and I are bosom buddies, 

We move indefinitely- I'm often sad about it. 

I know we're just an acre away, 

But when I think it over, 

We live one million miles from there. 



The city is making me selfish to the core. 

I don't care about no one else. 



Faster! The amber glow is starting to swell. 

Raising babies on rocket fuel. 

(What did I eat today?) Pull over, pull over, stop the car! 

What do you mean I never phoned you? 

We grew up 

And grew apart 

And it always hurts like Hell when it's blood. 



But maybe I'm, maybe I'm selfish to the core. 

I don't care about no one else; 

I'm only thinking, thinking about myself, 

I'm only thinking, thinking about myself. 

Maybe I'm OK, maybe I am not, 

Either way, I don't know. I don't know...