歌词千寻 Cigarette smoke dances back in the windowAnd I can see the haze on the dome light。Im conjuring ghosts on a fortyhour ride home。And they keep asking me what Im doing with my life,While my cousins go to bed with their wives。Im feeling like Ive fallen behind。。Well the highway won。Im listening to traffic reports,One on one, coming quietly undone。I was born to run away from anything goodAn escape artists sonWith sundrenched pavement in my blood。。The first thing that I do when I walk inIs plan a way out for when sht gets bad。And Ive been looking for tears in the screen door。in the screen Ive been waiting for another disaster。。Im terrified like a kid in the sixties,Staring at the sky waiting for the bomb to fall。Its all a lie, what they say about stability。It scares me sometimes,The emptiness I see in my