Interstate 8 - Pickin' On Series, Iron Horse

Spent 18 hours waiting stoned for space

I spent the same 18 hours in the same damn place

I’m on a road shaped like a figure 8

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?

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, but where could place be

To pay for gas to drive around

Around the Interstate 8

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?