That's just not what he had in mind, know it takes all kinds
The long stretch of highway they're on
And we talked and we thought the same
And we talked and we thought the same
Just trying to keep in between the lines, to each his own
Is their only common thread
Just a work in progress toward a bigger better place
Got their hands on the wheel and the windows rolled down
And a bus load of deadheads
Everybody's got their own road to fill
Poetry in motion, no this ain't no rat race
Everybody's just a spoke in the wheel
There they go making the world go round
And that taillight river rolls on and on and on
The sky turns orange another day is gone
Got their hands on the wheel and the windows rolled down
There they go making the world go round
If we walked and we talked and we thought the same
Couple rifles and a gun rack
Yeah, it'd be a shame if we walked
Their trying to keep in between the lines, to each his own
Behind a soccer mom in a Ucon
That's just not what he had in mind
Yeah, it'd be a shame if we walked
Next to a pickup with a rebel flag
To each his own, yeah, it'd be a shame
