Star-

ing

out

of

my

win-

dow

Watch-

ing

the

clouds

go

roll-

ing

by.

My

friends

are

gone

I've

got

no-

thing

to

do.

So

I

sit

here

pa-

tient-

ly,

wat-

ching

the

clock

tick

so

slow-

ly.

Got-

ta

get

a-

way,

or

my

brains

will

ex-

plode.

Give

me

some-

thing

to

do

to

kill

some

time.

Take

me

to

that

place

that

I

call

home.

Take

a-

way

the

strains

of

be-

ing

lone-

ly.

Take

me

to

the

tracks

at

Chris-

tie

Road.

See

the

hills

from

a-

far.

Stand-

ing

on

my

beat

up

car.

The

sun

went

down

and

the

night

fills

the

sky.

Now

I

feel

like

me

once

a-

gain.

As

the

train

comes

a

roll-

ing

in.

Smoked

my

bore-

dom

gone,

slapped

my

brains

up

so

high.

Give

me

some-

thing

to

do

to

kill

some

time.

Take

me

to

that

place

that

I

call

home.

Take

a-

way

the

strains

of

be-

ing

lone-

ly.

Take

me

to

the

tracks

at

Chris-

tie

Road.

Mo-

ther

stay

out

of

my

way,

of

that

place

we

go.

We'll

a-

lways

seem

to

find

our

way

to

Chris-

tie

Road.

Mo-

ther

stay

out

of

my

way,

of

that

place

we

go.

We'll

a-

lways

seem

to

find

our

way

to

Chris-

tie

Road.

If

there's

one

thing

that

I

need

That

makes

me

feel

com-

plete.

So

I

go

to

Chris-

tie

Road.

It's

home.

It's

home.

It's

home,

it's

home,

it's

home.