i called in sick for work
"the fever's getting worse."
"there's a lot of that goin' round."
i packed a duffle bag
with some clothes from the attic
it's getting colder in the evenings
i hocked my pocket watch
and a couple old guitars
i could hardly stand to play them
i drew all my savings out
closed my bank account
and stuck my money in the glove box
i drove away on monday
i couldn't say where i was going to
it was just something i had to do
i was bored of it by thursday
driving aimlessly down aimless interstates
searching for cues-yeah, for you
and i don't know where you are...
i guess i haven't looked too hard
i think i'm afraid i might find you
is it special where you are?
i bet i'll never find you out
there's a lot of that goin' 'round
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i called in sick for work
"the fever's getting worse."
"there's a lot of that goin' round."
i packed a duffle bag
with some clothes from the attic
it's getting colder in the evenings
i hocked my pocket watch
and a couple old guitars
i could hardly stand to play them
i drew all my savings out
closed my bank account
and stuck my money in the glove box
i drove away on monday
i couldn't say where i was going to
it was just something i had to do
i was bored of it by thursday
driving aimlessly down aimless interstates
searching for cues-yeah, for you
and i don't know where you are...
i guess i haven't looked too hard
i think i'm afraid i might find you
is it special where you are?
i bet i'll never find you out
there's a lot of that goin' 'round
"the fever's getting worse."
"there's a lot of that goin' round."
i packed a duffle bag
with some clothes from the attic
it's getting colder in the evenings
i hocked my pocket watch
and a couple old guitars
i could hardly stand to play them
i drew all my savings out
closed my bank account
and stuck my money in the glove box
i drove away on monday
i couldn't say where i was going to
it was just something i had to do
i was bored of it by thursday
driving aimlessly down aimless interstates
searching for cues-yeah, for you
and i don't know where you are...
i guess i haven't looked too hard
i think i'm afraid i might find you
is it special where you are?
i bet i'll never find you out
there's a lot of that goin' 'round