In the mood for that perfect song
I can't find one so I'll write my own
I've got no guitar and can't hum a tune
But my misery has gotten me blue.
I'm sittin' at a crossroads needin' direction
But all I get is interjections
"Go down here or over there"
Turns out they don't know where
A vision of the perfect place in mind
I'll keep driving while I've got the time
'be nice to find you there waitin' on me
To finish out a lost love store
But I'm stuck at the crossroads of interjections
Stalled out with no sense of direction
Do I go here or over there?
Hell, Turns out I don't even know where