Texty: Green Day. 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 somthing to do to kill the 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 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 rolling in. Smokes my boredom gone Slapped my brains up so high. Mother stay out of my way of that place we go. We'll always seen to find our way to Christie road. If there's one thing that i need That makes me feel complete So i go to Christie road It's home, it's home.