I'm sitting here in the desert
One thousand miles from home
Got a job at the station
I've never been so alone
It seemed such a nice place
But no one ever told me
The only traffic passing through this state equals
One car a week
I don't know why I stay here any longer
I must be outta my mind
I'm counting all my fingers and my toes
Just to kill some time
Aaahaa
Another day at the station
I'm sitting here all alone
I'm counting the days and my toes again
On this dogday afternoon
I've been here for some time now
I can't even get laid
The coke machine's been empty
Since way back when
I'm eating dust for breakfast
And for my dinner too
I would do almost anything
For a chicken vindaloo
I don't know why I stay here any longer...
Another day in the desert
I'm sitting here all alone...
