Some Bullshit Escape

Artists : Good Life, The : Some Bullshit Escape

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 play them i drew all my savings out closed my bank account. and stuck the money in the glove box. i drive 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? a xanadu or shangri-la? is it anything like omaha? i called in sick on monday i was already off the next couple of days. some bullshit escape i was back to work on thursday yeah the fever's gone i think i've got it beat. that fever bit me yeah it bit me but i've been sleeping. and taking things. i think i've got it beat. and i don't know where you are. i bet i'll never find you out. there's a lot of that goin' round