Little Cream Soda

Well every highway that I go down Seems to be longer than The last one I knew about Oh well And every girl that I walk around Seems to be more of an illusion thatn The last one that I found Oh well This old man in front of me Holding canes and wearing ruby rings Is like contaning an explosion when he sings But with every chance to set himself on fire He just ends up doing the same thing. Well every beautiful thing I come across Tells me to stop moving and shake this riddle off Oh well And there was a time where all I wanted was my Ice cream colder, and a little cream sode Oh well, oh well And a wooden box, and an alley full of rocks Was all I had to care about Oh well, oh well, oh well But now my mind is filled with rubber tires And forest fires And whether I'm a liar And lots of other situtaions where I dont' know What to do at which time God screams to me "There's nothing left for me to tell you." Oh well, oh well, oh well