I fear I'll release this and nothing will change You won't get that hint and I'll still be the same I won't be forward enough with the words I choose to make any semblance of a difference A pat on the back or a slap on the wrist I wonder if Springsteen ever felt like this And now I walk through the city at night With these bad, bad, bad thoughts in my mind You don't believe in me and I swear that's fine But I don't think I'm gonna come home tonight And I wanna die in a fireball on the highways Driving the Olds' Eighty-Eight But now I've got a nosebleed on 295 And I am praying that I make it home alive So I can say the things that I've gotta say to my father For the first time in my life For the last time Because Dad I've paid attention I've watched every move I swear I've learned my lesson Look at all the things I do Anyone else would've sold that car for spare parts But you built it back piece by piece until it would finally start No one in this family is so musically inclined But I remember when I was young You'd sing to me every single night