I can't make you any promises
that I know the way out of this
place.
Delusions of thinking that I had
all the answers
have left me with nothing but mud
on my face.
Your road ahead may seem dimly
lit,
but if you'll come along even
just for a bit,
one thing's for certain, this
much I can say,
we both will wind up in some
other place.
It may not be better, but it may
not be worse.
At least it'll be a change of
course.
Banjo:
E A / F A :|| (5x)
You've
got a headlight out.
I've
got my brains out.
There
ain't too much brightness
between
these two ears,
but
I've managed to get by.
I've
managed to not die.
I've
navigated an adequate
series
of steers.
E - / A - / F - / E A :||
I'm always talking myself round
in circles
as thoughts bounce around in this
tangled old brain.
Should I go left, or should I go
right?
Do I really need to be so doggone
uptight?
Should I be serious, or should I
be silly,
anally methodic or willy-nilly?
Duh, hmm, um, I dunno?
Duh, hmm, um, I dunno?
I wish I could tell you that the
road ahead
will reach the horizon in a nice
straight line,
but the future's always creeping
around some corner
as life twists and turns in
curves that are blind.
The roads of our lives aren't
always our's to decide
we pick the best pass that we
happen to spy,
and sometimes we're utterly
baffled to find
that it leads us somewhere better
than what we had in mind;
so let's hope for the best: that
we'll make it together,
but either way it'll be the ride
of our lives.