I was young and I was stupid, I had just turned seventeen   I took my hits on a dumb road trip to Nashville Tennessee   I packed my antihistamines and Tupperware drums   A harmonica and a box guitar   In a canvas covered wagon stuff with apples and with guns      We quietly slipped across the border into Arkansas   But still we couldn't find what it was we were looking for   So we trucked on down to try our luck along the Rio Grande   But I couldn't help but notice how   The little things that used to make us happy, made us sad      But still I'm glad I hitched my apple wagon to your star   I never would've got here if I'd followed my heart   I didn't think much of it till I took it apart   I'm glad I hitched my apple wagon to your star      We never ever made it down to Nashville in the end   And no one ever signed our stupid country disco band   However hard we tried, it never seemed to be enough   We never did get famous   Still it made us kind of happy and it kept me off of drugs      And now I'm glad I hitched my apple wagon to your star   I never would've got here if I'd followed my heart   I didn't think much of it till I took it apart   I'm glad I hitched my apple wagon to your star      But still I'm glad I hitched my apple wagon to your star   I'm happy if you're happy but it breaks my heart   I didn't even notice it 'til it fell apart   I'm glad I hitched my apple wagon to your star