Drivin'

What am I supposed to do? Just drive around the fair grounds Another time or two Where am I gonna go When the girl behind the counter At the coffee shop gets tired of me hanging roun' With nothing left to say, trying to get away I'm bored out of my mind I've changed all the light bulbs And had this conversation About three million times or more I guess I'll walk around the grocery store Again Oh, this don't feel like heaven It's just survivin' I ain't going nowhere I'm just drivin' I know that you're upstairs And I'm down here watching television Trying to make some sense Out the way it feels to be so close to you And feel so far away I wish you'd go to bed Without the expectation That I'll come up there and say something To help you feel like things aren't such a mess I'll just sweep the floors and clean the desk Put up the dishes And then fold some clothes I guess Oh, this don't feel like heaven It's just survivin' I ain't going nowhere I'm just drivin'