Called in sick for work
Said the fevers getting worse
There's a lot of that going around
I packed a duffle bag
With some clothes from the attic
It's getting colder in the evening
I hocked my pocket watch
And a couple old guitars
I could hardly stand to play them
I drew all my savings out
Closed my bank account
Stuck the money in the glove box
I drove away on Monday
I couldn't say where I was going to
It's just something I had to do
I was bored of it by Thursday
Driving amorously down aimless interstates
Searching for queues
Yeah for you
And I don't know where you are
I guess I haven't looked to hard
Because I'm afraid that I might find you
Is it special where you are
Like Xanadu or Shangri-La
Is it anything like Omaha
I called in sick on Monday
I was already of the next couple of days
Some bullshit escape
I was back to work on Thursday
Yeah, the fevers gone I think I it beat
The fever bite me, yeah it bite me
But I been sleeping and taking things
I think I've got it beat
