Without really knowing I took all the wrong routes
The misguided monster in the Doc Marten boots

In the wrong directions against all of the grains
Got off at all the wrong stops, back onto all the wrong trains
When holy hell just broke loose, to cut it I shut it down

There was the substance abuse running rampant through town
And when the trouble I had at the back door of the Channel
A steady headache and a handful it was


Too hard to handle
Too hard to handle

Time I took a good look at the route that I took

Without a drop of the sense that God had gave to a stone

But in my own self defense well I was not all alone
I had the partners and colleagues and the cohorts in crime
Heaven sent to me hell bent to be one hell of a time

There was a swift sudden shift and way to many went south
The deadly God given gift to junkies I kept my mouth shut
While I made up my mind I had some choices to make

Should I leave Hell far behind me just

For Heaven's sake

For Heaven's sake
I just took a good look at the route that I took


I took them all
Can you recall
The concert hall

Down at the Bradford Ballroom I was tripping pretty hard I had dropped what I had copped down on the Boulevard

Without suggesting to you the routes I took were never wrong

I took a look and still I took and somehow I stayed strong
And I just stayed on the course with very few deviations
One of two situations some other odd altercations

And when my days were to dark well I had something to sell
I am the carnival barker with some stories to tell
There'll be apologies made at every fork and each bend

And I'm so glad that I stayed and I will

Stay till the end

Stay till the end
Glad I took a good look at the route that I took


Stay till the end
Stay till the end
Glad I took a good look at the route that I took