Still I drive with the pedal down I was off the map hours back It's beneath the seat. I think It's with two pennies and a match And something else. I can't remember But in the time that it would take to fish it out I'll be another mile gone
In light of all the things I've passed You'd think that I'd have learned
This is not the land was promised me Even as far as my eyes can see I'm so wound up, Lord. I can't even breathe
It seems I've misplaced my faith 'Cause it's 11:12, nothing's changed Well, nothing except the channel I'm afraid Oh, this must be the Saviour of the month 'Cause I'm so tired and out of shape
All the rote, rehearsal, proof You'd think that I'd have learned
Break me, break me, break me
This is not the land was promised me Gotta get out of bed, get something to read And i gotta feed my brother, not my eyes If not, then I'll be all I despise