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10th Street don`t run in a straight line
We played on the part we couldn`t find
And a musky old man, had a cup in his hand
He`s the unofficial doorman, he helped flag down the cabs
The snow started light, we thinking about home
But thinking was by far the closest we`d get, we`re alone
And what I had planned for the next couple days
Nothing more than a wish, still a phone call away
So we headed west, an our felt like four
`Til we had to sleep or just couldn`t see anymore
And the man on the corner, was probably home, it was late
And we were stranded on the highway at the Frederick, Super 8
(Lost on the highway, I ain;t never going back...no, no, no)
10 inches, twelve, fifteen, twenty-four
Then the cable went out, we just sang songs then got bored
Tempers were short when the food it got thin
We walked a half a mile to the buffet, at the Holiday Inn
Six hours turned to twelve, and twelve to forty-eight
We watched the gypsy`s take shelter when they closed the interstate
We spoke of Civil War, Pulp Fiction, and our escape
Everything was shut down, but for that Frederick, Super 8
(Don`t apologize, just give me my fuckin` sandwich)
Lost on the highway on the side of the road
Kicking your feet up to lighten the load
There was a contest of manhood and there was no debate
Oh six lonely, lonely, lonely menat that Frederick, Super 8
(It rhymes with `debate`....I ain`t never going back) Send " The Blizzard" Ringtone to your Cell