Roadmovies

I'm inside this movie

And I'm some sort of actress

They got the proper location

But I'm wearing the wrong dress

They got so many actions

And they can't find the film crew

And I guess I might as well be in the nude

'Cause there's 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 that's what they call 'in solitude'

When there's no one here to tell the answers to

This is your solid tear

This is your landing gear

This is you on and on

We're heading down the road of self-reliance

I once knew this lady

She was full of frustrations

She's a suntanned example

Of a worn-out Caucasian

She said, Don't take the offer

'Cause you don't really need to?

And I guess that's why she hates, her solitude

'Cause she never had a heart to listen to

Bouncers in rehab

Saying they'll get you

'Cause they know you're 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 there's no one here to tell the answers to

This is your solid tear

This is your landing gear

This is you on and on

We're heading down the road of self-reliance

We're heading down the road of self-reliance

Heading down the road of self-reliance