Lost

lost on the freeway again lookin` for means to an end nobody know which way it`s gonna bend lost on the freeway again walkin` the breezeways again lookin` for something my friend i`ve grown tired of living nixon`s mess walkin` the breezeways again i know there`ll come a day when you say that you don`t know me i know there`ll come a time when there`s nothing no one owes me anymore locked in the attic again out of the shallow and into the deep end i`ve got a wound i know will never mend locked in the attic again