One, two, three, four!

Well every highway that I go down

Seems to be longer than the last one that I knew about
Oh well


And every girl that I walk around
Seems to be more of an illusion than the last one I found
Oh well


And this old man in front of me wearing canes and ruby rings
And it's like a dang explosion when he sings


And with every chance to set himself on fire,
He just ends up doin' the same thing


Well, each beautiful thing I come across
Tells me to stop moving and shake this riddle off

Oh well

And there was a time when all I wanted

Was my ice cream colder and a little cream soda
Oh well, oh well


And a wooden box and an alley full of rocks
Was all I had to care about
Oh well, oh well, oh well


Now my mind is filled with rubber tires and forest fires
And whether I'm a liar

And lots of other situations
Where I don't know what to do
At which time God screams to me

There's nothing left for me to tell you
Nothing left for me to tell you
Nothing left

Oh well, oh well, oh well, oh well
Oh well, oh well, oh well, oh well