Interpret:

White Stripes, The

Album:

Icky Thump

One, two, three, four!


Well every highway that I go down 
Seems to be longer than the last one that I knew about
Oh well


And every girl that I walk around 
Seems to be more of an illusion than 
the last one I found
Oh well


And this old man in front of me wearing canes 
and ruby rings 
And it's like a dang explosion when he sings


And with every chance to set himself on fire,
He just ends up doin' the same thing


Well, each beautiful thing I come across 
Tells me to stop moving and shake this riddle off
Oh well


And there was a time when all I wanted 
Was my ice cream colder and a little cream soda
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


Now my mind is filled with 
rubber tires and forest fires 
And whether I'm a liar
And lots of other situations
Where I don't know what to do
At which time God screams to me
There's nothing left for me to tell you
Nothing left for me to tell you
Nothing left
Oh well, oh well, oh well, oh well
Oh well, oh well, oh well, oh well