Staring out of my window watching the cars go rolling by.
All my friends are gone. I got nothing to do.
So i sit here patiently watching the clock tick so slowly.
Gotta get away or my brains will explode.
give me something to do to kill some time
take me to the place that I call home
take away the strains of being lonely
take me to the tracks at Christie Road
see the hills from afar standing on my beat up car
mother stay out of my way of that place we go
we'll always seem to find our way to Christie Road
if there's one thing that i need.
that makes me feel complete
so i go to Christie Road
its home