Lletres: The Gloria Record. The Immovable Motorist.

All the wasted life
In my car tonight
I got steel and bolts and lots of holes inside
I'm immovable
Got a tired soul
I'm afraid I just don't feel quite like myself sometimes
I get angry so easy anymore
And miss the signs
All the burning lights
In this town tonight
The suburban sprawl

All those even lines
And if you don't feel lonely
Then you can't feel anything at all
And if you don't feel lonely
Then you can't feel anything at all