Lyrics

Tightly woven woolen sheets
Dirty hands and greenery
Foggy night roads
Fuzzy memories

Chipping paint around the wheels
Go uphill, shake and squeal
Burning rubber
Fuming gasoline

The head's on a road trip
The heart is a star playing the victim
In low-budget murder scenes
The fingers are digging
The ears are a radio station out of range
In and out with yesterday's news
The body needs a break

Hustle bustle down the hall
Neighbors banging on the wall
Knock knock who's there
Try to get in but no one's there

Eyes are glazed over
Head on the shoulder wishing it could cry
But it only falls asleep
Feet are hungover
Throat is a siren wailing in the night
Running through red lights

Don't crash
Don't crash

The head's on a road trip
The heart is a star playing the victim
In low-budget murder scenes
The fingers are digging
The ears are a radio station out of range
In and out with yesterday's news

The body needs a break