Lost In LA

Am I out of my mind for feeling some kind of bliss to kiss of the highway?
Sure, it's no Milky Way and I'm a little lost in LA
But I'll just listen to the cars that are going real fast
I don't have it all figured out baby, but don't you try to stop me
I don't mind pissing in the wind—oh, be my only friend
I think I feel another moon rising, whatever the fuck that means
Don't think I quite believe in anything, what does that make me?
In the cluster fuck of broken breaking, trying, living, earning, winning
You won't make it, my son, if you don't learn to run on tightropes, laugh at bad jokes
You gotta be something, you gotta be someone
You gotta be something, you gotta be someone
What does that mean and could I rather be nobody?
What does that mean and could I rather be nobody?