I've had enough of this Been stuck inside all day I need to get out of this house It's always been like this Each winter gets to me And now I'm planning my escape "Where would you go? What would you see? What would you do? Who would you be?" Who cares about all that It's all in my hands So just get in the car These are my plans for escape The grind has gotten stale I must get out of here And so I'm planning my escape Where shall we go today?

Set controls for the heart of the sun I'm so bored now so let's have some fun Set controls for the core of the earth And let's milk it for all of its worth Set controls for the light of the moon This will be a big financial boon Set controls for the depths of the sea I'll find treasure beyond the debris Set controls for the surface of Mars If I miss I'll still be in the stars Set controls for the shores of Japan That's what loneliness does to a man Set controls for the edges of space Because I've had enough of the race Set controls for the next train to leave That's enough and I need a reprieve "Do you know where you are? Do you know what to do? Do you know where you'll go? And did you think this through? Do you know where you are? Do you know what to do? Do you know where you'll go? And did you think all this through?" Set controls for the heart of the sun

I set out for anywhere Looking for the fresher air Where I'm staying I don't care But I think I'm lost Ten and two I take the wheel Got a wounded soul to heal All I see are empty fields And I think I'm lost One more hour of driving still Then I'll be atop a hill Testing what's left of my will And I think I'm lost Had to stop for gas again Got back on the road and then Sign says I'm in MIchigan And I think I'm lost I don't know where I am And I don't care Fifteen hours in my tour Calling quits is premature It's been real fun that's for sure But I think I'm lost Seven a.m. on the dot Stomach all tied up in knots Starting to have second thoughts And I think I'm lost I don't know where I am And I don't care Let's keep going

in my haste to be on the run I have flown too close to the sun And it's time to go home So my wings have melted away I retreat without a delay And it's time to go home When I left my house with no destination I thought that I had it all It's just what I need, a solo vacation To chase off my loneliness A soft-spoken man, a world so much louder I'm drowning in all the noise But then I forgot just why I was running I stopped at the next hotel Overlooked, oft-ignored, and invisible I don't know why my head still won't let it drop Trapped inside, all alone, that's just how I feel I would do anything just to make it stop When I stopped the car a thousand miles from home And not a clue where I was I thought this escape would make me feel better But somehow this made it worse I looked at my phone, I saw several missed calls And hundreds of messages I've made up my mind, I'll spend the night here then Tomorrow the U-turn starts Overlooked, oft-ignored, and invisible I don't know why my head still won't let it drop Trapped inside, all alone, that's just how I feel I would do anything just to make it... Good morning world, what's going on Time to retrace my steps My phone says I'm in Omaha How did I pull that off? One thousand miles and sixteen hours I got some time to kill Also I have phone calls to make And messages to send You wanna hang out? Does Friday work for you? Set controls for the driveway at home Because I have quenched my thirst to roam Set controls for the heart of my couch I have permission to be a slouch Set controls for the neighborhood bar I can walk there it's not very far Set controls for the foot of my bed I'm tired and I need to rest my head You wanna hang out? Does Friday work for you? You wanna hang out? Is Saturday okay? I spend so much time alone now it's your problem too Now I need to see some friends over a beer or two Tried running from loneliness set myself up to fail Let's hang out when I get back over a nice scotch ale You wanna hang out? Does Friday work for you? You wanna hang out? Is Saturday okay? You wanna hang out? Does Sunday work for you? Better idea - Next Friday at my house. in my haste to be on the run I have flown too close to the sun And it's time to go home So my wings have melted away I retreat without a delay And it's time to go home