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