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 a-rollin 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
  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 theres 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