Now my mind is filled with rubber tires
Than the last one that I found, oh well
Where I don't know what to do
Nothing left for me to tell you
Nothing left
At which time God screams to me
But with every chance to set himself on fire
Yeah, and every girl that I walk around
Was my ice cream colder
And there was a time when all I wanted
Was all I had to care about
And this old man in front of me
Seems to be more of an illusion
Oh well, oh well, oh well
Well, every highway that I go down
That I knew about, oh well
And forest fires and whether I'm a liar
And lots of other situations
Wearing canes and ruby rings
Tells me to stop moving
Well, each beautiful thing I come across
Oh well
And a little cream soda, oh well, oh well
Oh well, oh well, oh well
He just ends up doin' the same thing
And shake this riddle off, oh well
Is like containing an explosion when he sings
And a wooden box and a alley full of rocks
"There's nothing left for me to tell you”
Seems to be longer than the last one
Oh well, oh well, oh well
