Roadmovies

Im inside this movie
And Im some sort of actress
They got the proper location
But Im wearing the wrong dress

They got so many actions
And they cant find the film crew
And I guess I might as well be in the nude
Cause theres no one here to tell me what to do

Down at the station
They have started the New Age
I got a full invitation
But I flunked at the last stage

There were too many questions
And no, no one to talk to
And I guess thats what they call 'in solitude'
When theres no one here to tell the answers to

This is your solid tear
This is your landing gear
This is you on and on
Were heading down the road of self-reliance

I once knew this lady
She was full of frustrations
Shes a suntanned example
Of a worn-out Caucasian

She said, Dont take the offer
Cause you dont really need to
And I guess thats why she hates, her solitude
Cause she never had a heart to listen to

Bouncers in rehab
Saying theyll get you
Cause they know youre not leaving
Until someone connects you

To the proper authorities
Who have somehow forgotten
How to make a civil person out of you
And now theres no one here to tell the answers to

This is your solid tear
This is your landing gear
This is you on and on
Were heading down the road of self-reliance
Were heading down the road of self-reliance
Heading down the road of self-reliance