Every highway that I go down
Seems to be longer than the last one that I knew about, oh well
Every girl that I walk around
Seems to be more of a problem than the last one, oh well
Every time I sit underneath a tree
I can think of things that were done to me
And every time I speak God’s name, He says to me
“Little Jack, you always do the same thing”
Well, twenty times I said to this myself
I said, “Where are you going today?” and I had no answer left
Each beautiful thing that I can come across
Tells me that this thing I’m waltzing
Around by should make me sweat it off
Every time I sit underneath a tree, something comes to me
I say to God, I call his name, I said, “What’s the problem?”
And He says to me, “Jack, there’s nothing left of me to tell you
There’s no answers left”
Things sure seemed a lot simpler
When the only thing on my mind was a push-up
Coca-Cola and Faygo cream soda
Only things I ever cared about at one time, but now that’s all gone
Now my mind is filled with rubber tires
And forest fires, huh, and people that for-hire
And lots of other problems that my mind can’t comprehend
I throw it out, but every time I think about it, it comes back again
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