Up my street to nowhere
And the way it feels
'Cause it's gone way too far
There may lurk a Peter Fonda, ooh
You know what detours are
Every shining bonnet
Here we go again
In every little Honda
Let's go siesta
I'm riding in your car
You know what detours are
Sometimes I just can't function
Here we go again
Let me count to ten
I just can't escape the feeling
I hardly know you
Let me count to ten
But I think I'm going to
Here we go again
Up my street to nowhere
Here we go again
My heart's spaghetti junction
'Cause it's gone way too far
In your Ford Fiesta
And it's gone way too far
Makes me think of my back on it
To ride around on new wheels
That I'd rather be free-wheeling
I'm riding in your car
