Every Highway That I Go Down Testo

Well every highway that I go down seems to be longer than the last one 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 the 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 this to myself I said: Where are you going today?
And I had no answer left
Each critical thing that I can come across tells me that this thing I'm (mushing around something that
Should make us walk alone)?
Every time I sit underneath the tree
Something comes to me
I say to God I call his name
I said what's the problem?
And he said Jack, there's nothing left for me to tell you
There's no answers left.
Things just 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
And people left for hire
And lots of other problems that my mind can't comprehend
I thought it out and every time I think about it
It just comes back again