Interstate 8

[Verse 1: Isaac Brock, with Nicole Johnson] Spent eighteen hours waiting, stone-faced grace I spent the same eighteen hours in the same damn place I'm on a road shaped like a figure eight I'm going nowhere, but I'm guaranteed to be late [Chorus: Isaac Brock] You go out like a riptide You know that ball has no sides You're an angel with an amber halo Black hair and the devil's pitchfork Wind-up anger with the endless view of The ground's colorful patchwork How have you been? How have you been? How have you... How have you... [Verse 2: Isaac Brock with Nicole Johnson] I drove around for hours, I drove around for days I drove around for months and years and never went no place The overpass, the underpass, I stopped for gas, the workin' place To pay for gas to drive around, around the Interstate 8 [Chorus: Isaac Brock] You go out like a riptide You know a ball has no sides You're an angel with an amber halo Black hair and the devil's pitchfork Wind-up anger with the endless view of The ground's colorful patchwork How have you been? How have you been? How have you... How have you...