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  • 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
    Yeah, and every girl that I walk around
    Seems to be more of an illusion
    Than the last one that I found, oh well
    And this old man in front of me
    Wearing canes and ruby rings
    Is like containing an explosion when he sings
    But 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 a 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
  • 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
    Yeah, and every girl that I walk around
    Seems to be more of an illusion
    Than the last one that I found, oh well
    And this old man in front of me
    Wearing canes and ruby rings
    Is like containing an explosion when he sings
    But 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 a 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