Hopeless I've run out of steam and I Bought a ticket home Cuz everybody seems to Have it all figured out And I'm just sitting in my room A quiet place With time to waste 91, I've got my snow tires on The old hotel and the artificial pond Violins and the orchestra will sound Driving Northbound Dead end I've given all I can I'm back where I began Cuz everybody talks They say I'm already washed up I am no modern man Wait awhile You're out of style 91, I've got my snow tires on The old hotel and the artificial pond Violins and the orchestra will sound Driving Northbound