You get up in the morning
You get on the bus
You don't think about nothing
You don't raise no fussYou come home in the evening
Turn the TV on
You ain't going nowhere
You just ride along, ride along, ride alongYou get the Sunday paper
On Saturday night
You read the travel section
Until you're all uptight'Cause it's almost Monday
Jack, you know that song
You ain't going nowhere
You just ride along, ride along, ride alongThey talk about you in the press
They got you figured out, I guess
Though you never heard of the guy they mention
Sometimes that girl - she'll slip you a kiss
But she's just another somnambulist
And you're tired of sleepwalking
The cat's out but he ain't talkingYou're just another joker
With one chance in Hell
Of ever pullin' that trigger
Of ever feelin' too wellYeah, but you just might do it
Just to prove them all wrong
'Cause you ain't going nowhere
You just ride along, ride along, ride along
You just ride along, ride along, ride along
Git along, git along, git along
You just ride along, ride along, ride along
You just ride along, ride along, ride along
You just...
Songwriters
HIATT, JOHNPublished by
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group