A little out of place
A little out of tune
Sorta lost in space
Racing the moon
Climbing the walls
Of this hurricane
Still overall
I can't complain
All I wanted was one chance
To let freedom ring
They said I had to get a permit
Tags and everything
I never made it through the red tape
I got this paper hat
I got a job working weekdays
You want fries with that
Chorus
I got nothin to lose
Cause there's nothin to gain
It's like a one way ticket to cruise in this passing lane
I can't complain
I was talkin to my girlfriend