Текст песни Old Fat Cadillac

I wish I had an angel to tell me what I should do with all these troubles stuck on me like Superglue angel, my spirit's so tired oh, my spirit's so tired, yeah I wish I had an atlas to show me where to go to rid my self of these emotional clothes I've outgrown oh, my spirit's so tired angel, my spirit's so tired, yeah But if I had an old fat Cadillac I'd sit there in the back seat and stare all day I'd never drive my old fat Cadillac where is there to go to get away?