Lyrics

Anchors away, I am out to sea And I'm sailing happy on stained sheets In this motel room that holds the dreams of runaway fools Just like me And miles away on your TV They are a-posting up a picture of me Sittin' in my inflatable pool when I used to look Not quite so free And I am thinking there's a devil Just a-cruising all the interstate lines Just wasting his time And for twenty-two days I have gotten to be An unfamiliar version of me You could build a city on this nasty cold foundation of, of lies And aye have we In a time zone away with that book on your chest In that easy chair you finally at rest And hopefully the magic and the wonder and the pleasure of, of dreams Can set you free And I'am thinking there's a devil Just a-cruising all the interstate lines Just wasting his time