Everyday Is A Winding Road
I hitched a ride with a vending machine repair man
He said he's been down this road more than twice
He was high on intellectualism
I've never been there but the brochure looks nice
Jump in, let's go
Lay back, enjoy the show
Everybody gets high, everybody gets low
These are the days when anything goes
Every day is a winding road
I get a little bit closer
Every day is a faded sign
I get a little bit closer to feeling fine
He's got a daughter he calls Easter
She was born on a Tuesday night
I'm just wondering why I feel so all alone
Why I'm a stranger in my own life?
Jump in, let's go
Lay back, enjoy the show
Everybody gets high, everybody gets low
These are the days when anything goes
Every day is a winding road
I get a little bit closer
Every day is a faded sign
I get a little bit closer
Every day is a winding road
I get a little bit closer
Every day is a faded sign
I get a little bit closer to feeling fine
I've been swimming in a sea of anarchy
I've been living on coffee and nicotine
I've been wondering if all the things I've seen
Were ever real, were ever really happening (were ever really happening)
Every day is a winding road
I get a little bit closer
Every day is a faded sign
I get a little bit closer
Every day is a winding road
I get a little bit closer
Every day is a faded sign
I get a little bit closer to feeling fine (it's been a while)
Every day is a winding road
Every day is a winding road
Every day is a winding road
He said he's been down this road more than twice
He was high on intellectualism
I've never been there but the brochure looks nice
Jump in, let's go
Lay back, enjoy the show
Everybody gets high, everybody gets low
These are the days when anything goes
Every day is a winding road
I get a little bit closer
Every day is a faded sign
I get a little bit closer to feeling fine
He's got a daughter he calls Easter
She was born on a Tuesday night
I'm just wondering why I feel so all alone
Why I'm a stranger in my own life?
Jump in, let's go
Lay back, enjoy the show
Everybody gets high, everybody gets low
These are the days when anything goes
Every day is a winding road
I get a little bit closer
Every day is a faded sign
I get a little bit closer
Every day is a winding road
I get a little bit closer
Every day is a faded sign
I get a little bit closer to feeling fine
I've been swimming in a sea of anarchy
I've been living on coffee and nicotine
I've been wondering if all the things I've seen
Were ever real, were ever really happening (were ever really happening)
Every day is a winding road
I get a little bit closer
Every day is a faded sign
I get a little bit closer
Every day is a winding road
I get a little bit closer
Every day is a faded sign
I get a little bit closer to feeling fine (it's been a while)
Every day is a winding road
Every day is a winding road
Every day is a winding road
Credits
Writer(s): Sheryl Crow, Brian S. Macleod, Jeff Trott
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