Interstate/End

Taking stock in all we own, wishing for an open road
Gratifying disbelief, you get up, you wave, you leave
Artificial overload, begging for a place to go
All laid out, the pile's thin, got enough for a shorty of jam
Back and forth across the stage, we all freak out and misbehave
Darting past the passing cars, priests and nuns are placed in jars
Taking stock in all we own, wishing for an open road
Gratifying disbelief, you get up, you wave, you leave
Artificial overload, begging for a place to go
Artificial overload, begging for a place to go