So many poems about where roads are leadin'
Past hills and dips and bends
Well I figure the secret is choosing the straightest
And seeking a town called content
If you fear that your gut has deceived you
Yeah, if you feel misled
Keep right on heading in the same direction
But keep sense in the back of your head
Yeah, keep sense in the back of your head
If the wheels start creakin'
Drive on, drive on
'Cuz there ain't no easy incline to the top
There are all too few moments that reach out and seize you
Between bouts of obligation
Oh, to pay heed to flashes of passion
Or what fathers and ghosts recommend
If you find that your dreams surface time and again
If you find what should be dead
Push 'em down, way down so your azure eyes
No longer twinkle from the front of your head
No longer twinkle from the front of your head
If the wheels start draggin'
Keep on, keep on
Think of all that wasted effort if you were to stop
So many songs about where roads are leadin'
Past hills and dips and bends
Well, I never saw the difference, baby,
Between a coast and a dead end
So if you believe that your compass was lying
If you feel misled
Turn right on back to the city that raised you
And greet all the fake smiles as your friends
Think of all the fake smiles as your friends
If the wheels fall off
Come on, come on
And get your pinstripe suit and winter jacket on