Wandering Eye

Duration

3:20

Genres

Punk/Ska/Psychobilly

Lyrics

Looking out the window, I don't know Where it is we're at or where it is we go Through a dry, deserted, desolate place So long it goes by at a snail's pace Open up the door while still in motion If they could bottle the wind, it'd make a strong potion Whips up your hair and sends your scent back home Up Highway 80 past Capitol Dome For the love of god, please stop the car It was long ago that we'd gone too far Where the hell is Gilroy anyway? Back at Coachella it was alright Spent all our money, in the car we'll spend the night You didn't want to leave, I didn't want to stay Key in ignition, here we go again A million miles 'til we make it back in to the home that I love, but I'm not comfortable With empty entertainment but a belly full O Wandering Eye why don't you carry me towards old things to do, but new things to see Stop by a farm, pick out a peach Shapely in the shrub and is meant for me How are we supposed to eat? I'm so above begging on the street You better reconsider that point of view How are we supposed to pay for gas? Half-brained ideas breed trouble fast If trouble's what this is, then let the trouble come We're going nowhere, we're quickly gonna get there This preoccupation occupies life The future is coming and we are running But we're not avoiding the tide