Taking stock in all we own, wishing for an open road

Gratifying disbelief, you get up, you wave, you leave

Artificial overload, begging for a place to go

All laid out, the pile's thin, got enough for a shorty of jam

Back and forth across the stage, we all freak out and misbehave

Darting past the passing cars, priests and nuns are placed in jars

Taking stock in all we own, wishing for an open road

Gratifying disbelief, you get up, you wave, you leave

Artificial overload, begging for a place to go

Artificial overload, begging for a place to go