My new home is on the A11
I've been driving up and down this road all year
And it aint fun when you're stuck in the slow lane
Doing sixty miles an hour with no fifth gear
When I arrive I'm so strung out
And it aint long before I'm driving back again

I'm spending too much time in my car
I feel so empty when I've gone so far

Sick to death of this transitory lifestyle
Cos i don't know where the hell I'd call my home
You won't believe the sick things you get up to
When you're stuck inside your car for hours alone
Another thousand on the clock
Too much time is wasted filling up again

I'm spending too much time in my car
I feel so empty when I've gone so far
And I just cant explain the way I feel
I'm spending too much time behind the wheel