Bren

I've been standing here Waiting for the bus on a Saturday Laundry on my back Ultraviolet rays Like i'm posing for a shot in a magazine What the hell does it meanI'm a travelling man Straight from the can I'm a thousand miles away From my number one fanMy folks are getting tight Won't let me out at night You can't avoid the complications When there's no reason at allWhen the lightning strikes we'll fry I'll drink my beer I'll wipe my tears Southbound in the skyAnother crime Another reason gets you everyday The only time that you can talk to me is the time you ain't got nothing to sayWell, I'm caught up in a stupid game That I can't play It's just a waste of time But I'm in it anywayI've been sitting here Watching the signs Too many cars at night Belching in the moonlightWe're doing ninety As the sky turns to gray The people look like bees Buzzing by the highwayThe wheels are rolling Like a rolling stone Alone, I chose the road less traveled onNow I'm lying here Waiting for the day on the second deck Dreaming of a girl from a fairy tale Chain around my neck A ride is all it takes But pains get in the way