I hitched a ride with a vending machine repair man
He said he's been down this road more than twiceHe was high on intellectualismI've never been there but the brochure looks nice
Jump in, let's goLay back, enjoy the showEverybody gets high, everybody gets lowThese are the days when anything goes
Every day is a winding roadI get a little bit closerEvery day is a faded signI get a little bit closer to feeling fine
He's got a daughter he calls EasterShe was born on a Tuesday nightI'm just wondering why I feel so all aloneWhy I'm a stranger in my own life?
Jump in, let's goLay back, enjoy the showEverybody gets high, everybody gets lowThese are the days when anything goes
Every day is a winding roadI get a little bit closerEvery day is a faded signI get a little bit closer
Every day is a winding roadI get a little bit closerEvery day is a faded signI get a little bit closer to feeling fine
I've been swimming in a sea of anarchyI've been living on coffee and nicotineI've been wondering if all the things I've seenWere ever real, were ever really happening (were ever really happening)
Every day is a winding roadI get a little bit closerEvery day is a faded signI get a little bit closer
Every day is a winding roadI get a little bit closerEvery day is a faded signI get a little bit closer to feeling fine (it's been a while)
Every day is a winding roadEvery day is a winding roadEvery day is a winding road
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