What you gonna do? 

I don't know, my friend

But I'm open to suggestion if you'll proffer two cents

Give me something I can hang my coat on, yeah!



Nine times out of ten

I'm not the guidance type

I've been sitting on a fencepost for the brunt of my life

And now I need some help to find out what I feel, it kills



It kills the time

Until you fill your heart, you'll see

There's more to you than what you think and need



Where you gonna go? 

I don't know, my friend

But I'll take this road forever or until it does end

Here or there or someplace else, man, anywhere!



Maybe to the west 

Where they don't fall down

In a canyon of a valley in a twenty-horse town

A voluntary rest home where they lecture you, it kills



It kills the time

Until you fill your heart, you'll see

there's more to you than what you think and need



We can share our bland opinions

About the quality of air

and all will be right

All will be right on top



There's a place in old dominion

Near that courthouse by the square

Where all will be right 

All will be right on top of the day