Weightless Some nights he's weightless He has to travel His mouth is gravel And there's an empty feeling within his heart... Eye on the fuelguage Westchester Thruway That triple octane Won't contain the empty feeling in Dolby's heart... Same old insecurity strap him into his carseat And a sump started leaking all over New Jersey Gas stations everywhere Not one drop to fill me Big hunk of carrot cake Blueberry milkshake Fistful of coldrex Won't fix the empty feeling in Lizzy's heart... So she flick on the TV Take in a movie But all those memories Won't erase the empty feeling from in her heart...