Everyday İs A Winding Road

I hitched a ride with a vending machine repair manHe says he's been down this road more than twiceHe was high on intellectualismI've never been there but the brochure looks niceJump in, let's goLay back, enjoy the showEverybody gets high, everybody gets low,These are the days when anything goesEveryday is a winding roadI get a little bit closerEveryday is a faded signI get a little bit closer to feeling fineHe's got a daughter he calls EasterShe was born on a Tuesday nightI'm just wondering why I feel so all aloneWhy I'm a stranger in my own lifeJump in, let's goLay back, enjoy the showEverybody gets high, everybody gets lowThese are the days when anything goesEveryday is a winding roadI get a little bit closerEveryday is a faded signI get a little bit closerEveryday is a winding roadI get a little bit closerEveryday is a faded signI get a little bit closer to feeling fineI've been swimming in a sea of anarchyI've been living on coffee and nicotineI've been wondering if all the things I've seenWere ever real, were ever really happeningEveryday is a winding roadI get a little bit closerEveryday is a faded signI get a little bit closerEveryday is a winding roadI get a little bit closerEveryday is a faded signI get a little bit closer to feeling fine