كلمات Lost

Lost on the freeway again lookin' for means to an end nobody know which way it's gonna bend lost on the freeway again walkin' the breezeways again lookin' for something my friend i've grown tired of living nixon's mess walkin' the breezeways again i know there'll come a day when you say that you don't know me i know there'll come a time when there's nothing no one owes me anymore locked in the attic again out of the shallow and into the deep end i've got a wound i know will never mend locked in the attic again