Take the road that leaves the city behind,   The heat and I are bosom buddies,   We move indefinitely- I'm often sad about it.   I know we're just an acre away,   But when I think it over,   We live one million miles from there.      The city is making me selfish to the core.   I don't care about no one else.      Faster! The amber glow is starting to swell.   Raising babies on rocket fuel.   (What did I eat today?) Pull over, pull over, stop the car!   What do you mean I never phoned you?   We grew up   And grew apart   And it always hurts like Hell when it's blood.      But maybe I'm, maybe I'm selfish to the core.   I don't care about no one else;   I'm only thinking, thinking about myself,   I'm only thinking, thinking about myself.   Maybe I'm OK, maybe I am not,   Either way, I don't know. I don't know...