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