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Kirsten Williams: Music

No Idea

(Kirsten Williams)
No Idea
©2001

There are no distractions out here on this toll road
Except overhead is circling an old crow
Apart from that, the highway and my head are clear
Hundreds of miles still between home and here

And I’m thinking of you baby
I’m thinking how it’s crazy
To be thinking of you baby
When you’ve got no idea

To amuse myself, I change lanes from time to time.
To abuse myself, I play a little game shoving you out of mind.
With my hands on the wheel, I sing along with the radio.
I sing my heart out till my throat hurts, or till the station turns to snow.

And I’m thinking of you baby
I’m thinking how it’s crazy
To be thinking of you baby
When you’ve got no idea

I’m looking for a little break, any old exit for gas.
I’ve taken to talkin’ to myself, just so the time will pass.
I’m saying how this is the flattest land I’ve seen since I don’t know when
But then just like the crow, thoughts of you circle round again.

And I’m thinking of you baby
I’m thinking how it’s crazy
To be thinking of you baby
When you’ve got no idea


There are no distractions out here on this toll road
Except overhead is circling an old crow
Apart from that, the highway and my head are clear
Hundreds of miles still between you and me and here