Space City Travelin'

What am I doing
Where am I going
How do I know when I get there
Space City traveling
Aimlessly roaming
The road keeps on going but I never get anywhere

In a Quaker town, there sat a little bar
Head on in for some R & R
They've got pool, they've got darts
They've got good company
No need for shoes, shirts or even ID
I got wasted while on stage
Because I played with BCK
Open mic - bands drink for free
We got kicked out for being too rowdy

Now I'm smokin' Swisher Sweets stuffed full of weed
I'm so fuckin' stoned I can't even see
Drinkin' and drivin', swervin' down 45
Whistlin' a tune, thinkin' it's good to be alive
I've got my health but that don't mean shit to me
Smoke lots of cigarettes, ingest codeine
There's not a drug out there that hasn't got me high
I just wanna feel alive cause I'm too scared to die
I don't wanna die
I don't wanna die
I don't wanna die
I don't wanna die, two, three, one, two, three

What am I doing
Where am I going
How do I know
When I get there
Space City traveling
Aimlessly roaming
The road keeps on going
But I never get anywhere

Woke up naked on Saturday
In a room at the Motel 8
No idea where I had been
Who I was fuckin' or how I'd sinned