I've blamed it, I've cursed it, I've got in its way. God knows how much of it I've thrown away. It's twisted and tangled and hard to define. It keeps coming at me one day at a time.
There oughta' be a faster way. To fill up a Malibu, I swear. Thank God, today you can pay here at the pump. Oh, one little thing to make up time. To get me back out there.
Lately I've seen every sunrise. Driving down the Interstate. On my way to be the first one. Through the factory gate. It didn't used to be like this. The difference is night and day.