Well I never should have turned my head To see some other lovely thing Walking pretty down the street ?Cause just about that time my girl she realized
I am a man on a mission I have tunnel vision Just ?cause I?m not talking Don?t mean that I?m not listening You can say I suffer from a lifelong condition
Here I am again staring at these unfamiliar walls Of some hotel so far from home I try my best to sleep, I close my eyes But all this peace and quiet
Baby come sit down beside me I wanna hear all about your day There was a pile up on the interstate I'm sorry that i got home so late I thought about
You?ve been livin? way to long in broken promiseland Your dreams crushed and scattered like a million grains of sand I?d love to be your redemption
If you blink you might miss it Population 803 Five miles long, four miles wide Feels just right to me Where a handshake still means something And
Everywhere I look lately the only the thing I see Is some advertisers telling me what I'm supposed to be At the movies on my radio, on my TV screen
Spring break, Bamboo Bill?s, the sun was smolderin? hot We looked like two lobsters that washed up Huntin? a place to cool off I slid my Red Stripe
at four o?clock Some of the boys down at the shop Like to stop at Mojo?s and have a beer or two They laugh and make jokes at my expense ?Cause I go home
She got a pair of pink and purple high-heel shoes And a baby doll t-shirt that says ?I got issues? She got holes in her jeans in all the right places
When I go home for Christmas I?ve done made up my mind Gonna do some things I wish I?d done back once upon a time Everybody in the whole place is gonna
star soaked sky That peaceful easy feelin? At the end of a long long road You?re like comin? home You?re like comin? home Go ahead and let your
my ways and my wandering eyes It?s just another day in the doghouse Thinkin' this is probably where this dog is gonna die Hey, yeah, come on now Now
I am a man on a mission, I have a case of tunnel vision Just 'cause I'm not talkin' don't mean that I'm not listenin' You can say I suffer from a lifelong
Baby, come sit down beside me I wanna hear all about your day There was a pile up on the interstate I'm sorry that I got home so late I thought about
If you blink, you might miss it Population 803 Five miles long, four miles wide Feels just right to me Where a handshake still means something An' the
Spring break, bamboo bills, the sun was a-smoulderin' hot We looked like two lobsters washed up huntin' a place to cool off I slid my Red Stripe over
Alright Everywhere I look lately, the only thing I see Is some advertiser tellin' me what I'm supposed to be At the movies, on my radio, on my TV screen