I got itchy fingers I got muddy feat And my mind is wandering in the state of heat My head is swimming it's full of lies Tired of spending time to give you alibies I need open spaces to clear my head And to clear a few on the road ahead Need to fill my tank and take the car Fix the air condition or I'm gonna park I'm gonna drive I'm gonna drive To the edge of this-a world I see a fire disaster and hurricane And sad-eyed people and dirty trains And battered suitcase and crying kids And resignation and how life is And easy money and wildlife flows And pretty pictures and singing folks And double dealers and take-the-crap fishin' And murdered daughters and thrown on the back I'm gonna drive I'm gonna drive To the edge of this-a world