I’m gettin’ into some things that I can’t quite work out It’s like I’m a lone passenger on a twenty-ton ship that’s run aground and if that’s the way I’m gonna characterize it I better get myself back on the road I better get myself back on the road I get to talking sometimes ‘bout things that I can’t quite explain I beat the morning traffic to my basement just to chase the feeling on a page away and if that’s the thing I’ll be remembered by I better get myself back on the road I better get myself back on the road back to work, baby, back in the fold ooh, ooh and that’s the way I’m gonna characterize it ooh, ooh Maybe it’s the shivers in bed or a headache instead maybe the body is the lawyer for the spirit in the court of your head and if that’s the way I’m gonna characterize it well, I better get myself back on the road the air is cleaner out there on the coast back to work baby, back, in the fold I just arrived but I've got to go ooh, ooh