Good Intentions Paving Co.

Twenty miles left to the show

Hello, my old country, hello

Stars are just beginning to appear

And I have never in my life before been here

And it's my heart, not me, who cannot drive

At which conclusion you arrived

Watching me sit here, bolt upright, and cry for no good reason

At the Eastering sky

And the tilt of this strange nation

And the will to remain for the duration

Wavin' the flag

Feelin' it drag

Like a bump on a bump on a log, baby

Like I'm in a fistfight with the fog, baby

Step, ball-change, and a pirouette

And I regret

I regret

How I said to you, honey, just open your heart

When I got trouble even openin' a honey jar

And that right there is where we are

And I been fessing, double fast

Addressing questions nobody asked

I'll get this joy off of my chest at last, and I will love you

Till the noise has long since passed

And I did not mean to shout, just drive

Just get us out, dead or alive

A road too long to mention, Lord, it's somethin' to see

Laid down by the Good Intentions Paving Company

All the way to the thing we've been playin' at, darlin'

I can see that you're wearin' your stay-in hat, darlin'

For the time being, all is well

Won't you love me a spell?

This is blindness beyond all conceiving

While behind us, the road is leaving and leaving

And falling back

Like a rope gone slack

And I saw straight away that the lay was steep

But I fell for you, honey, easy as falling asleep

And that right there is the course I keep

And no amount of talkin' is gonna soften the fall

But, like after the rain, step out of the overhang, that's all

It had a nice ring to it when the Ole Opry House rang

So, with a solemn auld lang syne, sealed, delivered, I sang

And there is hesitation, and it always remains

Concerning you, me, and the rest of the gang

And in our quiet hour, I feel I see everything

And am in love with the hook upon which everyone hangs

And I know you meant to show the extent

To which you gave a goddang

You ranged real hot and real cold, but I'm sold

I am at home on that range

And I do hate to fold

Right here at the top of my game

When I been tryin' with my whole heart and soul

To stay right here in the right lane

But it can make you feel over and old

Lord, you know it's a shame

When I only want for you to pull over and hold me

Till I can't remember my own name