Everyday Is A Winding Road

I hitched a ride with a vending machine repair man

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 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

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 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 (were 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 (it's been a while)

Every day is a winding road

Every day is a winding road

Every day is a winding road