I don’t ever get lost anymore   I’m never falling behind   ‘Cause I don’t care where I wind up sleeping   And nobody notices what time I arrive   It feels like a Sunday morning out   I’m guessing it’s June   Maybe that highway leads to paradise   Maybe it leads to the fountain of youth      CHORUS:   I’m going to hire me a spotlight   And the finest crowd that money can buy   I’m going to build me a grandstand   And stand around staring down at the barren ground   Of this invisible life      I don’t dream about wealth anymore   And I don’t let myself dream about fame   And I refuse to dream about the poacher’s daughter   Or the laughter at midnight in the mud and the rain   I’ve given up on ever joining the rodeo   But I’d still make one hell of a spy   I know I’ll never be a Hollywood Romeo   I’m too easy to see through and so hard to find      CHORUS      It’s a glorious world out here   And I’m a glorious man   And it’s a glorious day to wait around for a tow truck   With both axles stuck in the sugar-white sand   It feels like a Sunday morning out   Hell, maybe it’s noon   Maybe that highway leads to the ocean   And maybe it leads to the moon      CHORUS