Some Bullshit Escape Lyrics - The Good Life

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