[Verse 1: Isaac Brock, with Nicole Johnson]

Spent eighteen hours waiting, stone-faced grace

I spent the same eighteen hours in the same damn place

I'm on a road shaped like a figure eight

I'm going nowhere, but I'm guaranteed to be late

[Chorus: Isaac Brock]

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 been?

How have you... How have you...

[Verse 2: Isaac Brock with Nicole Johnson]

I drove around for hours, I drove around for days

I drove around for months and years and never went no place

The overpass, the underpass, I stopped for gas, the workin' place

To pay for gas to drive around, around the Interstate 8

[Chorus: Isaac Brock]

You go out like a riptide

You know a 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 been?

How have you... How have you...