you can drive down the 405 to the 101 to my house

these highways are in so many songs

i couldn't count them all...i tried

so much sad history described in a ride

and when i told you i was happy i lied

i lied, i lied, i lied


and i've got vicodin,

do you want to come over?

i know it's a long drive from malibu

i've got a pocketful of pills

...and not one lover

i'm feeling so bad and so good

i don't know what to do.