Lost - Minutemen

Lost on the freeways again

Looking for cause to an end

Nobody knows which way its gonna bend

Lost on the freeways again

Walking the breezeways again

Looking for something my friend

I’m gettin' tired of living Nixon’s mess

Walkin' the breezeways again

I know there’ll come a time when you’ll say that you won’t know me

I know there’ll be a day when there’s nothing no one owes me anymore

Stuck in the attic again

Out of the shallow and in to the deep end

I’ve got a wound I know will never mend

Stuck in the attic again