"Christie Road" by Green Day
Staring out of my window
Watching the cars go rolling by
My friends are gone.
I've got nothing to do.
So I sit here patiently.
Watching the clock tick so slowly.
Gotta get away or my brain will explode.
Give me something to do to kill some time
Take me to that place that I call home.
Take away the strains of being lonely.
Take me to the tracks at Christie Road.
See the hills from above
Standing on my beat up car
The sun went down
And the night fills that sky.
Now I feel like me once again
As the train comes rolling in
Smoked my boredom gone
Slapped my brains up so high
Give me something to do to kill some time
Take me to that place that I call home
Take away the strains of being lonely
Take me to the tracks at Christie Road.
Mother, stay out of my way
Of that place we go.
We'll always seem to find a way
To Christie Road
Mother, stay out of my way
Of that place we go
We'll always seem to find a way
To Christie Road
If there's one thing that I needed
That makes me feel complete
So I go to Christie Road
It's home
It's home
I'ts home
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