Alone in My Car

It’s a beautiful country,
that I call my home.
I know not just one place,
to many I roam.
Don’t reach by phone.
Don’t reach me by letter.
I’ll be out on the road,
gettin to know myself better.
Need no broken records.
Need no whippin posts.
I get no satisfaction,
outta drummin up ghosts.
I don’t need to be yours.
You don’t need to be mine.
I don’t need you to tell me,
it’ll all turn out fine.
I don’t no solutions,
I can stand one my own.
I take no contributions,
so hold back your stones.
You don’t want me to go,
but you complain how I stay,
cause we both seem to know,
I’ll be out on my way.
Alone in my car chasin,
telephone wires.
Lookin up towards the sky,
wishin I could get higher.
So I’m out on the highway,
to the moon I been howlin,
tryin to turn into somethin.
Tryin to stop all this scowlin.
I been down on my luck,
but I’ll get right back up,
on the bike.