you can feel it closing in on you but there's not much you can do
it's not a thing you can put your finger on
but you know when it's gone
endless stream of highways neon roadsigns and telephone lines
a little town somewhere in the mid-west gonna put your patience to the test
there ain't no drag like the u.s. drag
music down a windy street
half a glance from strangers you don't wanna meet
gangsters boredom and fear in the pale blue tv light
there ain't no drag like the u.s. drag
an it's closin' in on you
and there's nothing you can do