And Life has a way
Of piling up
On this highway.
One eye on the mirror.

Bigger plans
A bigger world
And medicine that never works.
I've never been
But that don't mean I miss it.

Got to stop and think and get my head clear.
Got to set things straight and get up out of here.

When you're old and grey
Whachoo gonna believe.
If it's all gone away
And you're a shadow of what you were.

You'd best find a way
Of letting go
Before it drags you away
And leaves you hollow.

Bigger plans
A bigger world
And medicine that never works.
I've never been
But that don't mean I miss it.

Got to stop and think and get my head clear.
Got to set things straight and get up out of here.
So hollow.