headed north on 95
i was feelin very much alive
and if i dont come back read a little kerouac
it would be good for you yeah
now im stuck inside a line
tryin to find a decent rhyme
i loaded up my van and left the promised land
for a different view and im still lookin
so tell me where did we go wrong
and give me one more chance to prove you wrong
i saw a monarch butterfly
spread its holy wings and fly
beneath the velvet sun
i watched her come undone and then disappear
so i got out my old guitar
and i dug down really hard
and then a voice inside said
i gotta ask you why youre still commin here
and tell me where did we go wrong
and give me one more chance to prove you wrong
its hard to say where love turns cold
we never thought that we'd grow old
we filled up fast and went down slow
enough to fake us out and make us fold
tell me where did we go wrong
and give me one more chance to prove you wrong