Forty below, driving on deathly icing roads   Back seat is full of clothes, I gotta talk this over   Run out of gas, wake a stranger up to fill my tank   In his pajamas, I only got ten dollars      I?m not drunk I wanna go home, officer   It?s been a long road and I feel awful   I?m not drunk I wanna go home, officer   And that?s all, that?s all, that?s all      She has company and I?ve walked into the wrong room   So I go to the bathroom and I wash my hands in sulfur water   A twitterpated buzz is coming off of her   My admiration forces me to leave her      She asks me to stay but I?ve outgrown her   So I?m back in my car and I get pulled over      I?m not drunk I wanna go home, officer   It?s been a long road and I feel awful   I?m not drunk I wanna go home, officer   And that?s all, that?s all, that?s all      With a warning I check my wipers and defog   I notice my mind is on the floor but I must move onward   So I pick a song and I sing along while lofty dreams dance   On and on over a place I'll live forever      I?m not drunk I wanna go home, officer   It?s been a long road and I feel awful   I?m not drunk I wanna go home, officer   And that?s all, that?s all      I?m not drunk I wanna go home, officer   It?s been a long road and everything?s awkward   I?m not drunk I wanna go home, officer   And that?s all, that?s all, that?s all