I've got a pickup truck and a morning drive
70 miles each day
I've got an empty face
I've got hollow eyes that I'm always turning away
I've got tamborine and an old guitar
That knows me from the outside in
I've got a cigarette heart, got a roll of dimes
I'm looking for a place to begin
A place to begin
I'm waiting for the asteroid
To blow all of my problems away
I'm waiting for the asteroid
To bring an end to this day
I'm waiting for the asteroid
To blow away this whole scene
I'm waiting for the asteroid
To take me where I've never been
I've got flat black hair and a mixing board
So I'm always in control
And I'm tear down pieces of a dollar bill
Chewing out the sides of my soul
I've got a transmitting heart and a transparent dog
Pushing out a needle and thread
I've got a holier than thou attitude
Swelling up the size of my head
The size of my head
I'm waiting for the asteroid
To put all my problems to bed
I'm waiting for the asteroid
To switch out the lights in my head
I'm waiting for the asteroid
To turn into a pot of gold
I'm waiting for the asteroid
To keep me
To keep me from growing old...