Some Bullshit Escape

I called in sick for work

The fevers getting worse

ThereÔÇÖs a lot of that going ÔÇ˙round

I packed a duffle bag

With some clothes from the attic

ItÔÇÖs getting colder in the evening

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

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 feverÔÇÖs gone

I think I got it beat

The fever bit me, yeah it bit me,



IÔÇÖve been sleeping

And taking things

I think I got it beat



And I donÔÇÖt know where you are

I bet IÔÇÖll never find you out

ThereÔÇÖs a lot of that going ÔÇ˙round