Some nights I can't feel my beating heart I've got a secondhand body made with junkyard parts An ink-blot head that makes it hard to care Broke-down hands won't get me anywhere But when I drive this car to work I feel like I'm going places Landscapes all around me seem to change And when I drive this car to work I feel like I'm made of something And some day things will start to go my way I spend my evenings lying on this couch Countin' all the cracks in this old house TV dinner boxes on the floor I'm down 'cause you don't live here anymore But when I drive this car to work I feel like I'm going places Landscapes all around me seem to change And when I drive this car to work I feel like I'm made of something Some day things will start to go my way But when I drive this car to work I feel like I'm going places Landscapes all around me seem to change And when I drive this car to work I feel like I'm made of something Some day things will start to go my way