Everyday Is A Winding Road

I hitched a ride with a vending machine repair man He said he's 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 faded sign I get a little bit closer to feeling fine He's got a daughter he calls Easter She was born on a Tuesday night I'm just wondering why I feel so all alone Why I'm a stranger in my own life? 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 faded sign I get a little bit closer Every day is a winding road I get a little bit closer Every day is a faded sign I get a little bit closer to feeling fine I've been swimming in a sea of anarchy I've been living on coffee and nicotine I've been wondering if all the things I've seen Were ever real, were ever really happening (were ever really happening) Every day is a winding road I get a little bit closer Every day is a faded sign I get a little bit closer Every day is a winding road I get a little bit closer Every day is a faded sign I get a little bit closer to feeling fine (it's been a while) Every day is a winding road Every day is a winding road Every day is a winding road