Christie Rd. (Live at Garatge Club, Barcelona 1994)

This song's called Christie Road 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 brains 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 (Lets go) See the hills from afar standing on my beat up car The sun went down, and the night fills the sky Now I feel like me once again as the train comes all 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 our way to Christie Road Mother, stay out of my way of that place we go We'll always seem to find our way to Christie Road If there is one thing that I need that makes me feel complete So I go to Christie Road, it's home It's home It's home It's home It's home