Little Cream Soda

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 that I found, oh well

And this old man in front of me wearing canes and ruby rings

It's like containing an explosion when he sings

With every chance to set himself on fire

He just ends up doing 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