I hitched a ride with a vending machine repair man He says 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
Everyday is a winding road I get a little bit closer Everyday 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 wondering why I feel so all 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
Everyday is a winding road I get a little bit closer Everyday is a faded sign I get a little bit closer
Everyday is a winding road I get a little bit closer Everyday is a faded sign I get a little bit closer to feeling fine
I've been swimming in a sea of anarchy I've been living on coffee and nicotine I've been wondering if all the things I've seen Were ever real, were ever really happening
Everyday is a winding road I get a little bit closer Everyday is a faded sign I get a little bit closer
Everyday is a winding road I get a little bit closer Everyday is a faded sign I get a little bit closer to feeling fine
I hitched a ride with a vending machine repair man He says 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
Everyday is a winding road I get a little bit closer Everyday 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 wondering why I feel so all 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
Everyday is a winding road I get a little bit closer Everyday is a faded sign I get a little bit closer
Everyday is a winding road I get a little bit closer Everyday is a faded sign I get a little bit closer to feeling fine
I've been swimming in a sea of anarchy I've been living on coffee and nicotine I've been wondering if all the things I've seen Were ever real, were ever really happening
Everyday is a winding road I get a little bit closer Everyday is a faded sign I get a little bit closer
Everyday is a winding road I get a little bit closer Everyday is a faded sign I get a little bit closer to feeling fine
