Van Wyck Expressway

I want something I can’t have 

I have something I don’t want 

I have a need to divide myself 

I have all I ever need 

Lumber, freshly milled 

Trucked off to the build 

No disrespect to Queens 

But I have my own dreams 

I’ve seen enough for one day 

Say only what I have to say 

I’ve seen enough for one day 

I’ll sleep it off on the expressway 

 

Human life is sleeping life 

No experience here 

I have no memory of where I’m from 

Or who I used to be 

Shredded tires, bits of glass 

Cakes of spilled gas 

Wheels passing by my head 

That’s where I make my bed 

I’ve seen enough for one day 

Say only what I have to say 

I’ve seen enough for one day 

I’ll sleep it off on the expressway 

I’ve seen enough for one day 

Say only what I have to say 

I’ve seen enough for one day 

I’ll sleep it off on the expressway