[Verse 1: Isaac Brock, with Nicole Johnson]
Spent eighteen hours waiting, stone-faced grace
I spent the same eighteen hours in the same damn place
I'm on a road shaped like a figure eight
I'm going nowhere, but I'm guaranteed to be late

[Chorus: Isaac Brock]
You go out like a riptide
You know that ball has no sides
You're an angel with an amber halo
Black hair and the devil's pitchfork
Wind-up anger with the endless view of
The ground's colorful patchwork
How have you been? How have you been?
How have you... How have you...

[Verse 2: Isaac Brock with Nicole Johnson]
I drove around for hours, I drove around for days
I drove around for months and years and never went no place
The overpass, the underpass, I stopped for gas, the workin' place
To pay for gas to drive around, around the Interstate 8

[Chorus: Isaac Brock]
You go out like a riptide
You know a ball has no sides
You're an angel with an amber halo
Black hair and the devil's pitchfork
Wind-up anger with the endless view of
The ground's colorful patchwork
How have you been? How have you been?
How have you... How have you...