Song Description

A song about coming of age when money means nothing and everything.

Lyrics

My 57 Caddie's in the driveway
With 3 missing tires and one whitewall
I'm really into things going my way
Don't tell me that I'm looking for a fall

Well you work 50 hours and you're still a bum
But the truth is you just like to have a lot of fun
With no home of your own and your guns slung low
Don't ask me where I'm going, I gotta go

Don't tell me 'bout the peoples revolution
or this "we are the world" solidarity
At every step I reach the same conclusion
it costs dollar upon dollar to be free

Well you jump to this side and you jump to that side
With every good intention to aggravate the tide
You'll get firmly comitted one of these days though
Don't ask me what it means, I gotta go

Well I think it's time to go abuse my tailor
And pick up my new suits for the week
Sure I'm on a path of self-destruction
But that doesn't mean that I'll die cheap

You look through the cupboards and there's nothing there
You search through your mind and you always find it bare
You got nothin' to chew on but loads of dough
Don't ask me where I'm going, I gotta go