OUTSIDE

nine to five shit hate it worse than the plague
end up wound up and sick every day
people just bitch but they all still stay
punch their cards and watch their minds rot away
so i quit and i quit and i can't quit enough
and i couldn't care less if life'll be rough
life's rough anyway without these handcuffs
wrists all scarred no point keeping this up
so i air up my tires and hit the road
drivin' through the spring heat always in escape mode
got the wind blowin' warm like soul melodies
new views and days become full and complete
each day new life becomes blues free
gravel trees hills oil care for me
nothing fleeting bout the will to take a stand and flee
backlit road twists all i wanna see

crack the window look outside
drivin' along in the sunshine
no more lonely days

don't want their lame rewards - i got my own
get in my car and drive into the unknown
left right swervin' feels like being home
crowds bicker and barter gotta go it alone
all the bills and the drills lead to vodka and pills
and the life once thrilling loses all of its thrills
bullshit hamster life non-stop treadmill
'til you end up all skittish sullen and ill
winter up north so i make my way south
bottle of some cheap ass bourbon in my mouth
pack of some cheap ass kentucky cigarettes
not a picky man as such - i take what i can get
and i get what i catch and i'm catching the drift now
bright days ahead i can feel the shift now
nothing like the open road to hot wire a lift now
leave all the shit that makes life dull and stiff now

escape like seascapes vast and expansive
will wash away lifetimes of day to day sadness
open like kansas or points on the atlas
where space makes the days flow slow like molasses
slow down this thing let the hassles go past us
it's always the fastest that burn out the fastest
the vision will cast us away from the masses
come back to life in the last perfect vastness