Hand me down my old ball and chain
It's worth the weight if I never have to see you again
I'm running late but at least I'm running
I've been down this road a time or two
You know, nothing has changed but that's nothing new
I'm wearing holes in the soles of my brand new walking shoes
Watch me while I make my getaway, ooh
If you see me by the side of the road
No time to run, no time to hide
Just give me a wave or a nod
I ain't hitching a ride
I am waving you on
Go on, now, make your getaway, ooh