I'm gettin' into some things
That I can't quite work out
It's like I'm a lone passenger on a twenty-ton ship that's run aground
And if that's the way I'm gonna characterize it
I better get myself back on the road
I better get myself back on the road
I get to talking sometimes
'Bout things that I can't quite explain
I beat the morning traffic to my basement just to chase the feeling on a page away
And if that's the thing I'll be remembered by
I better get myself back on the road
I better get myself back on the road
Back to work, baby, back in the fold
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
And that's the way I'm gonna characterize it
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Maybe it's the shivers in bed
Or a headache instead
Maybe the body is the lawyer for the spirit in the court of your head
And if that's the way I'm gonna characterize it
Well, I better get myself back on the road
They say air is cleaner out there on the coast
Back to work, baby, back, in the fold
I just arrived, but I've got to go
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
