Interstate 8

Spent eighteen hours waiting stoned for space
I spent the same eighteen hours in the same damn place
I'm on a road shaped like a figure eight
I'm going nowhere, but I'm guaranteed to be late

You go out like a riptide
You know that ball has no sides
You're an angel with an amber halo
Black hair and the devil's pitchfork
Wind-up anger with the endless view of
The ground's colorful patchwork

How have you been?
How have you been?
How have you -?
How have you -?

I drove around for hours, I drove around for days
I drove around for months and years and never went no place
We're on a pass, we're on pass
I stopped for gas, no working place
We pay for gas to drive around
Around the Interstate 8

You go out like a riptide
You know a ball has no sides
You're an angel with an amber halo
Black hair and the devil's pitchfork
Wind-up anger with the endless view of
The ground's colorful patchwork

How have you been?
How have you been?
How have you -?
How have you -?