Chuck Perrin

can’t put my finger on the way that I’m feelin
but I know that it’s just not right
& I can’t help believing there’s got to be a reason
I can’t sleep at night
my mind is movin in perpetual motion
I need something that can slow it down
seems like I’m speeding down a one-way highway
& there’s no place i can turn around

tell me it’s a dream
help me break the spell
find me some way out
I’m hurlin down the highway to hell

dog’s are barkin
cars keep passin
I hear horns honkin
tires screech
I look around at all the nervous hands & tight mouths
screamin for that same release
my head is drummin to the beat of the freeway
but I can’t get my feet to move
I feel the blood rushin thru my body
locked into that pulsing groove

tell me it’s a dream
help me break the spell
find me some way out
I’m hurlin down the highway to hell

radio plays the same old music
I can’t make sense of the words
the news comes on & off, violent & juicy
it’s a theatre of the absurd
I hear children cryin, scared & confused
but no one seems to give a damn
everyone is glued to some split-second schedule
drivin just as fast as they can

tell me it’s a dream
help me break the spell
find me some way out
I’m hurlin down the highway to hell