The blue and ...

t h e   w h i t e    s t r i p e s

1,2,3,4!

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 I found, 

oh well

And this old man in front of me
wearing canes and ruby rings
It's like a tame explosion when he sings

With every change to set himself on fire, 

he just keeps doing the same thing


Well each beautiful thing I come across tells me to 

stop moving and shake this riddle off, 

oh well

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

The white stripes

Little cream soda