text: Staring out of my window watching the cars go rolling by
  My friends are gone Ive 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 that 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
  The sun went down and the night fills the sky
  Now I feel like me once again as the train comes rolling in
  Smoked my boredom gone, slapped my brains up so high
  Give me something to do to kill some time
  Take me to that place that I call home
  Take away the strains of being lonely
  Take me to the tracks at Christie Road
  Are you ready?
  Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
  Mother, stay out of my way of that place we go
  Well always seem to find our way to Christie Road
  Mother, stay out of my way of that place we go
  Well always seem to find our way to Christie Road
  If there is one thing that I need that makes me feel complete
  So I go to Christie Road, its home, its home
  Its home, its home, its home