I’m in my car again    And in my car I drive    Don’t walk the streets no more    Now I just pass on by    Don’t brush against the folks    Don’t look in all the stores    Don’t find things on the ground    I gotta get crosstown       I’m in my car again    And in my car I drive    Wish I was with my friends    But on the 405    Nobody says hello    We’re always on the go    Thinking our destination will be our destiny      And in my car again    I sit and wonder why the miles just roll on by    And I don’t get nowhere      And in my car again    I hear a lonesome song    I wonder where it’s from    And then I recognize the voice    Driving is a box    And walking is a space    I dream of busting out and meeting face-to-face    With dogs to sniff my leg    Dirty bums to beg    Getting drunk and sloppy   Stumbling two blocks home       And in my car again    I sit and wonder why the years just roll on by    And I don’t get nowhere in my car       Again I sing a lonesome song    And tell the setting sun i’m almost there