Nowhere Fast

Julie had a bad day so she headed north on I-5,
She just wanted to get the hell out of Los Angeles.
Thought maybe Seattle,
But she ended up on Haight Street,
Bumming change from a young gutter punk named Mario.
Do this: All I have to do is die.
Think this: All I have to thing is why.
Be this: All I have to do is try, I’ll be what I want.
Julie was on cocaine but she kept the car in her lane,
Though she didn’t have a clue where it would take her.
Nowhere fast,
That’s where I want to be.
Give me good times and someplace to sleep,
The price of freedom doesn’t actually come cheap.
Julie had a migraine because she was out of cocaine
And she finally got her ass back to Los Angeles.
Julie, she was crying as she headed across the bay bridge,
She just had to get the hell away from Mario.
Thought the lower east side sounded good,
But she was so tired,
She parked it by a crack house in South Berkeley.
Do this: All I have to do is die.
Think this: All I have to thing is why.
Be this: All I have to do is try, I’ll be what I want.
Julie, she was running, so she kept the car at 80
And it died just north of Gilman Street and Albany.
Nowhere fast,
That’s where I want to be.
Give me good times and someplace to sleep,
The price of freedom doesn’t actually come cheap.
Julie was a fuck up but I swear she wasn’t stupid,
And she finally got her ass back to Los Angeles