Little Cream Soda (Live)

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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 that I found, oh well

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

With every chance to set himself on fire, he just ends up doing the same thing



And there was a time when all I wanted was my ice cream cold 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