Little Cream Soda

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 Yeah, and every girl that I walk around Seems to be more of an illusion Than the last one that I found, oh well And this old man in front of me Wearing canes and ruby rings Is like containing an explosion when he sings But 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 a 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