Crusin' down the unreal road in my rather slow mobile,

I'm lookin' for my intuition,

Spent all my money on a gallon of gas and I ain't got a pot to piss in,

But the guitar in my trunk will get me drunk,

Tonight at the intermission,

I'm crusin' down the unreal road and things just don't seem so real,

I'm runnin' from the contradiction,

I just ran out of my gallon of gas it's been quite the expedition,

I'm feelin' kind of sunk, cause the guitar in my trunk,

Has led me to submission,

I'm thumbin' down the unreal road cause I lost my wheels,

I just lost my light complexion,

The cars are passin' by and I'm wonderin' why cause they're headin' in my direction,

I got make it to the bar so I can play my guitar,

Before I put it in the classified section,

I'm crusin' down, Oh I'm just crusin', I' m crusin' down, Am I abusin' myself, I'm crusin' down.

By
Steve Pollack, Mike Lucsky