Some Bullshit Escape Letra

There's a lot of that going around

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 stand to play them

I drew all my savings out

Closed my bank account

And stuck the 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

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

Same 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 going around