I wandered through the Carolinas

Seeking energy, a working power grid

My luck couldn’t have been much worse

An endless traffic sprawl, a football field a day

Finally reached a mountain camp to get resupplied 

Spent a week in a queue to learn that I was denied

Columbia to Spartanburg, nothing salvageable

No one to barter with

Gastonia to Piedmont Triad: little functional

Societal decay

Why do the locals never buy my act?

Everyone has their reasons, but they never track

They offered me a 10-year contract

In exchange for fuel, I didn’t have a choice

And all I’ve gotta do is show up

And then a decade later I’ll be on my way

I lost my car in Winston-Salem

They pressured me and took my keys

My soul lies in Winston-Salem

They took my car and my life

Their major disappearing act 

Was when they seized my car for their so-called state

But as if that wasn’t enough, they made me pay a tax

A confiscation fee, and I’m left

With nothing but an empty wallet and a photograph

That showed an older era back when

I was just a young dipshit who didn’t care at all, why do I even miss it?

I’m lost

I lost my car in Winston-Salem

They pressured me and took my keys

My soul lies in Winston-Salem

They took my car and my life

My soul lies in Winston-Salem

They pressured me and took my keys

My soul lies in Winston-Salem

They took my car and my life