Chenoa

I got the keys in the car but I can't get it started I got a map and a needle Still can't find where your heart is But it's getting late And I'm feeling lit And the city there's just too much of it And too little of me to care Unless I got lost somewhere along the way Sitting in the dark two miles from an exit I've got all the tools, just don't know how to fix it Under the hood and you're behind the wheel Still don't know if you're being for real Well you just sit there and stare Must have got somewhere along the way And the phone calls They keep pouring in Yeah your boss wants to know where the hell you've been But there's nobody there We must have got lost somewhere along the way Along the way Along the way Along the way Along the way