Wasting Gas
Song by Ben Bostick
Cleaned out my desk at work yesterday
I haven’t told Caroline, don’t know what to say
So I get dressed up in my shirt and tie
She fixes me a lunch and kisses me goodbye
And I drive around, but I’m going nowhere
Down county two lanes that lead nowhere
Through endless fields of Bermuda grass
Just spinning my wheels and wasting gas
It’s two weeks now since they let me go
Still telling lies when I come home
When we go to bed she reaches for me
I turn my back, pretend that I’m asleep
And I drive around, but I’m going nowhere
Down county two lanes that lead nowhere
Through endless fields of Bermuda grass
Just spinning my wheels and wasting gas
A month gone by now, and I think she knows
Cuz when I get dressed and ready to go
She fixes me lunch and kisses me goodbye
Trying to hide the tears in her eyes
Sometimes I find myself down on Hilton Head
Among the mansions, where Emily lives
I think about us seventeen years old
As I see her looking pretty through her window
I haven’t told Caroline, don’t know what to say
So I get dressed up in my shirt and tie
She fixes me a lunch and kisses me goodbye
And I drive around, but I’m going nowhere
Down county two lanes that lead nowhere
Through endless fields of Bermuda grass
Just spinning my wheels and wasting gas
It’s two weeks now since they let me go
Still telling lies when I come home
When we go to bed she reaches for me
I turn my back, pretend that I’m asleep
And I drive around, but I’m going nowhere
Down county two lanes that lead nowhere
Through endless fields of Bermuda grass
Just spinning my wheels and wasting gas
A month gone by now, and I think she knows
Cuz when I get dressed and ready to go
She fixes me lunch and kisses me goodbye
Trying to hide the tears in her eyes
Sometimes I find myself down on Hilton Head
Among the mansions, where Emily lives
I think about us seventeen years old
As I see her looking pretty through her window