When you roll down your window
And ask for directions
Can you count on the answers

That you would receive
If you've ever been taken
By that passed along pay back

Why ask in the first place you might not believe
But I won't be confined to road maps
Or let $$#holes decide

And I'd rather be lost
Then afraid to take a ride


And if it's a sin
No place on earth will I ever fit in
And I don't mind

Someday I pray I just may
As I make my way


Well I might have been helpful
Or a mischievous !@$(
But when I'm thinking about it

I do what I can
In the infinite halfway
Where everyone always meets me

And by the laws of pure error
Do we exchange and understand
I'm yelling as loudly

As my lungs will allow
I wish I could whisper
Can you hear me now


And if it's a sin
No place on earth will I ever fit in

And I don't mind
Someday I pray I just may
As I make my way


Could be no one has the meaning
Of what anybody says

But so we don't feel so lonely
We decide that we do
Well now we might be speaking English

But what does that mean
And can you honestly tell me
What color is blue

Well you could try an explanation
Or try to wonder why
But if I'm lost in your driveway

All I really can do is try

And if it's a sin

No place on earth will I ever fit in
And I don't mind
I've looked and searched her over countless times

And I'll do it again
Someday I may finally want to stay
Someday I pray I just may

As I make my way
As I make my way
As I make my way...