I hitched a ride with a vending machine repairman
He said he's been down this road more than twice
He was high on intellectualism
I've never been there, but the brochure looks nice
Jump in, let's go
Lay back, enjoy the show
Everybody gets high, everybody gets low
These are the days when anything goes
Every day is a winding road
I get a little bit closer
Every day is a faded sign
I get a little bit closer to feeling fine
He's got a daughter he calls Easter
She was born on a Tuesday night
I'm just wonderin' why I feel so alone
Why I'm a stranger in my own life
Jump in, let's go
Lay back, enjoy the show
Everybody gets high, everybody gets low
These are the days when anything goes
Every day is a winding road
I get a little bit closer
Every day is a faded sign
I get a little bit closer
Every day is a winding road
I get a little bit closer
Every day is a faded sign
I get a little bit closer to feeling fine
I've been swimmin' in a sea of anarchy
I've been livin' on coffee and nicotine
I've been wonderin' if all the things I've seen
Were ever real, were ever really happening (ever really happening)
Every day is a winding road
I get a little bit closer
Every day is a faded sign
I get a little bit closer
Every day is a winding road
I get a little bit closer
Every day is a faded sign
I get a little bit closer to feeling fine
Every day is a winding road
Every day is a winding road
Every day is a winding road...
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