The Good Life - Some Bullshit Escape [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I called in sick for work
Said "the fever's getting worse
There's a lot of that going 'round"
I packed a duffle bag
With some clothes from the attic
It's getting colder in the evenings

I hocked my pocket watch
And a couple old guitars
I could hardly stand to play them
I drew all my savings out
Closed my bank account
Stuck the money in the glove box

I drove away on Monday
I couldn't say where I was going to
It's just something I had to do
I was bored of it by Thursday
Driving aimlessly down aimless interstates
Searching for cues
Yeah, for you

And I don't know where you are
I guess I haven't looked too hard
Cause I'm afraid that I might find you
Is it special where you are
A Xanadu or Shangri-La
Is it anything like Omaha?

I called in sick on Monday
I was already off the next couple of days
Some bullshit escape
I was back to work on Thursday
Yeah, the fever's gone I think I got it beat
The fever bit me, yeah it bit me
But I've been sleeping and taking things
I think I've got it beat