Go Outside And Drive lyrics
by Blues Traveler



I've really got to clean up my roomYou know it's been so long since I've seenmy floorIt's getting kind of scary in fact I suspectThat when I finally clear away I won't knowher anymoreHow we'll have grown so far apartFrom those early days with the fresh newstartSo in the end it won't matter at allSo why should I bother with the rise and thefallSo I quietly lay back downAnd watch TVBut these are the things we tell ourselvesEventual stories designed to amuseIt's a game we play and we play it wellIn fact we're so damn good that we try toloseSo we can keep hidingSo we can surviveAnd keep on believingSomeday we'll go outside & driveGonna go outside & drive...I have resolved not to leave my houseTill my floor comes back and my room iscleanSo I'm really kind of glad that my TV's hereWhile I concoct my plan to fulfill my dreamNow won't that be wonderful when I'llfinally be doneYou know I just can't wait for it then I'llstart to have funIt's getting hard lately to concentrateAll my appointments canceled cause I'mhorribly lateYou know I think I need a prisonIn order to dream of being freeBut these are things we tell ourselvesEventual stories designed to amuseIt's a game we play and we play it wellIn fact we're so damn good that we try toloseSo we can keep hidingSo we can surviveAnd keep on believingSomeday we'll go outside & driveNow weeks have gone by and my room's notdoneIn fact I could say that it's gotten muchworseOld Chinese food and ravioli cansAmongst the crumpled letters the mood'squite perverseBut I got a new TV with a remote controlStyrofoam and instructions fill the holeWhere I once cleared a path where I onceblazed a trailTo the bathroom, but I fear that a nailIs buried there now so I step very rarelyAnd try not to get out of bedYou know tomorrow I'll get up and I'll walkout my doorAnd life will return to the way that it wasBut I think I'm getting sick I'd better give ita dayIt mustn't get a foothold, but it usually doesSo I'll sit right here till I'm old and grayI need my rest after all I'm wasting awayAnd I just saw a cockroach crawl out of mysneakerI think he's biding his time till I get some-what weakerThings could still turn out alrightAs long as I'm not dadAs long as I'm ...I'm...I'm not...I'm not dead, no I'm not deadBut these are the things we tell ourselvesEventual stories designed to amuseIt's a game we play and we play it wellIn fact we're so damn good that we try toloseSo we can keep hidingSo we can surviveAnd keep on believingSomeday we'll go outside & driveGonna go outside & driveWhat's it like outside