Lyrics

Well I turned the key, rolled down the window, headed up that California highway 'til I ran out of gas
Searching high and low and all points in between for some kind of happiness that lasts
I’ve got the wind in my hair, a short attention span and a fire at my heels
All I know is I’m tired of my past, wanna get up, get out, see how the future feels

What is it you want from me
What is it you want from me
I’m trying to lose a pack of miseries
I can’t stick around and find out whether good times are going to find me

Well I had a little girl who’d bring me rum and coke and crack my toes while I played my sitar
I bought her closets full of shoes, high-end home electronics and a certified pre-owned car
Then one day it was “Stay with me, stay with me, stay with me”, she’d become a greedy curmudgeon
I couldn’t think, I couldn’t write, I couldn’t understand why I couldn’t get a damn thing done

What is it you want from me
What is it you want from me
I’m trying to lose a pack of miseries
What is it you want from me
I’ve had a good time but baby, this was not it

Well a lot of people, mostly ex-girlfriends say I’m some sort of blind, self-centered fool
Throwing psychoanalytical catch phrases around just to accuse me of using them for my pleasure like a tool
Well I don’t know if that’s right, I can’t make the connection, doesn’t seem to me like I’ve done anything out of the ordinary or wrong
But if that’s the way they feel I completely understand it’s one of a million reasons why I feel I gotta move on

What is it you want from me
What is it you want from me
I’m trying to lose a pack of miseries
I seek shelter from my enemies
What is it you want from me
I’m going to have a good time or die tryin’
What is it you want from me
What is it you want from me
Hey, what is it you want from me