Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Go Outside & Drive, artist - Blues Traveler. Album song Save His Soul, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 31.12.1992
Record label: A&M
Song language: English
Go Outside & Drive |
I ve really got to clean up my room |
You know its been so long since Ive seen my floor |
Its getting kind of scary in fact I suspect |
That when I finally clear away I wont know her anymore |
How well have grown so far apart |
From those early days with the fresh new start |
So in the end it wont matter at all |
So why should I bother with the rise and the fall |
So I quietly lay back down |
And watch tv But these are the things we tell ourselves |
Eventual stories designed to amuse |
Its a game we play and we play it well |
In fact were so damn good that we try to lose |
So we can keep hiding |
So we can survive |
And keep on believing |
Someday well go outside &drive |
Gonna go outside &drive… |
I have resolved not to leave my house |
Till my floor comes back and my room is clean |
So Im really kind of glad that my tvs here |
While I concoct my plan to fulfill my dream |
Now wont that be wonderful when Ill finally be done |
You know I just cant wait for it then Ill start to have fun |
Its getting hard lately to concentrate |
All my appointments cancelled cause Im horribly late |
You know I think I need a prison |
In order to dream of being free |
But these are the things we tell ourselves |
Eventual stories designed to amuse |
Its a game we play and we play it well |
In fact were so damn good that we try to lose |
So we can keep hiding |
So we can survive |
And keep on believing |
Someday well go outside &drive |
Gonna go outside &drive… |
Now weeks have gone by and my rooms not done |
In fact I could say that its gotten much worse |
Amongst the crumpled letters the moods quite perverse |
But I got a new tv with a remote control |
Styrofoam and instructions fill the hole |
Where I once cleared a path where I once blazed a trail |
To the bathroom, but I fear that a nail |
Is buried there no so I step very rarely |
And try not to get out of bed |
You know tomorrow Ill get up and Ill walk out my door |
And life will return to the way that it was |
But I think Im getting sick Id better give it a day |
It mustnt get a foothold, but it usually does |
So Ill sit right here till Im old and gray |
I need my rest after all Im wasting away |
And I just saw a cockroach crawl out of my sneaker |
I think hes biding his time till I get somewhat weaker |
Things could still turn out alright |
As long as Im not dead |
As long as im… |
Im… im not… |
Im not dead, no Im not dead |
But these are the things we tell ourselves |
Eventual stories designed to amuse |
Its a game we play and we play it well |
In fact were so damn good that we try to lose |
So we can keep hiding |
So we can survive |
And keep on believing |
Someday well go outside &drive |
Gonna go outside &drive |
Whats it like outside |