From the recording They Promised Us There Would Be Flying Cars
Guitars, Vocals - Tony Sharpe
Bass, Backing Vocals - Henry Hutton
Lyrics
I am digging holes again
The kind I can not climb out of
I dig them all by myself my friend
Fill them up with my innocence and love
I've got nothing to do
Sitting here on the side of the road
I've got nothing for you
Sitting here on the side of the road
I'm just filling holes again
As far as the eye can see
I'm just killing time my friend
Before time can kill me
I've got nothing to do
Sitting here on the side of the road
I've got nothing for you
Sitting here on the side of the road
How did I get stuck here?
How am I gonna get home?
I've got nothing to do
Sitting here on the side of the road
This road leads to nowhere
I've been down it before
And I came back for more
I've got nothing to do
Sitting here on the side of the road
I've got nothing for you
Sitting here on the side of the road
How did I get stuck here?
How am I gonna get home?
I've got nothing to do
Sitting here on the side of the road
Oh, I've got nothing to do
Sitting here on the side of the road