Have I driven down this road
It all looks the same, my friend
Every town looks the same, again
Have I said this already?
Spinning round in your head
Spinning round in your head
Spinning round in your head
on the verge of being forgotten
Like an old man sitting on his porch
singing songs long forgotten
About highways and hotels
that all look the same from
they all look the same from the valley
Has it just slipped my mind?
cause it happens all the time my friend.
Have I said this already?
Spinning round in your head,
spinning round in your head,
spinning round in your head.
on the verge of being forgotten
Like an old man sitting on his porch
singing songs long forgotten
About highways and hotels
that all look the same from
they all look the same from
all love that you're being forgotten