I hitched a ride with a vending maching repair man
He said he'd been down this road more than twice
He was high on intellectualism
I've never been there but the brochure looks nice
        Jump in let's go
Lay back enjoy the show
Everybody gets high everybody gets low
These are the days when anything goes
    Every day is a winding road
I get a little bit closer
Every day is a painted sign
I get a little bit closer to
feeling fine
        He's got a daughter he calls Easter
She wuz born on a Tuesday night
I'm just wonderin why I feel so all alone
Why I'm a stranger in my own life
    I've been swimming in a sea of anarchy
I've been living on coffee and nicotine
I've been wonderin if all the things I've seen
Were ever real, were ever really happening

lyrics courtesy of sheryl crow
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