Atmosphere - Lost And Found lyrics

To my surprise
Discovered that I really don't know much
Most of much of what I know catches a (what?)
(what are you doin?)

Runnin' from the law, not my favorite hobby
I'm relieved that I saw the speed
Trap before he saw me
I don't need another ticket
I've gotta collection in the glovebox
They make great souvenirs cause they
Weigh less than rocks
Man you better slow your roll
Let the numbers get low
Like a 55 stroll to move past the patrol
Hope he don't already know
About my top speed
Like the helicopter radar that caught
Me outside of Milwaukee
I'm still livin this life
Tryin to escape the problems
Quick and quiet at night just like
The insects and the goblins
It's the gas fumes, the fast food
Yo it's all of the above
It's meetin' women for a weekend
And fallin deep in love as good as it gets
And it's as bad as you make it
But ain't nuthin' like bathin' in
A freezin' river naked
And I really don't know much but
I know enough to know
Now that I'm lost I've never been so found
(so in touch)
Take this job and give it to someone else
Corn on the cob is better when it's
Hot with melted butter on top
Could warm the soul, but this ones cold
Cause I stole it off the side of the road
I'm not a real thief
I don't steal more than I need
Everything I take I eat
I never do it for the greed
I'm just a gravel trail type of man
Pull the car behind the brush and get
In touch with your farm land
So if and gotta healthy lookin'
Garden in your backyard
I'll pull over to admire then
I'll check for a dog
And if the area is clear
I'll be back here tonight
Set dinner for one under the moonlight

Discovered that, I really don't know much
Most of much of what
I know catches a, "what?" to my surprise
In the moonlights when to strike
Under the stars gettin' ours
There's a breeze every night
Carrots, tomatoes, green beans, cabbages
Rhubarb, cauliflower, corn, radishes

Here it comes, here it is, and there it went
Sunrise
Alright, now it's time to get on witcha life
Loaded up the Ford
With all the rations supplies
And hit the road to fly the friendly skies
It's been about a month since I
Left St paulie Girl behind
Punctured the heart but it was
For her own good
Left her sittin' in the kitchen
With the breakfast dishes
And gave a name to this distance
That she never would've understood
Roll the window down
Got the sounds distortin'
And I got my last paycheck and
Half a carton of Newports man
And I'm never gonna quit 'til
I face my challenge
And I use your mathematics just
To average my gallons
And if you buy my tape it
Puts work on my odometer
10 bucks'd take me 300 kilometers
Runnin from myself won't stop until I pop
So keep an eye open for me
At your local record shop

To my surprise discovered that
I really don't know much
And most of much of what I know catches a
What?

And I found myself, when I lost myself
(until fade)