One, two, three, four      Well, every highway that I go down   Seems to be longer than the last one   That I knew about, oh well   Yeah, and every girl that I walk around   Seems to be more of an illusion   Than the last one that I found, oh well      And this old man in front of me   Wearing canes and ruby rings   Is like containing an explosion when he sings   But with every chance to set himself on fire   He just ends up doin' the same thing      Well, each beautiful thing I come across   Tells me to stop moving   And shake this riddle off, oh well   And there was a time when all I wanted   Was my ice cream colder   And a little cream soda, oh well, oh well      And a wooden box and a alley full of rocks   Was all I had to care about   Oh well, oh well, oh well      Now my mind is filled with rubber tires   And forest fires and whether I'm a liar   And lots of other situations   Where I don't know what to do   At which time God screams to me   "There's nothing left for me to tell you?      Nothing left for me to tell you   Nothing left      Oh well, oh well, oh well   Oh well   Oh well, oh well, oh well   Oh well