Good Intentions Paving Company

Twenty miles left to the show

Hello, my old country, hello

Stars are just beginning to appear

And I have never in my life before been here

And it's my heart, not me, who cannot drive

At which conclusion you arrived

Watching me sit here bolt upright and cry

For no good reason at the Eastering sky

And the tilt of this strange nation

And the will to remain for the duration

Waving the flag

Feeling it drag

Like a bump on a bump on a log, baby

Like I'm in a fist fight with a fog, baby

Step-ball-change and a pirouette

And I regret, I regret

How I said to you, 'honey, just open your heart'

When I've got trouble even opening a honey jar

And that right there is where we are...

And I been 'fessing double fast

Addressing questions nobody asked

I'll get this joy off of my chest at last

And I will love you 'til the noise has long since passed

And I did not mean to shout, just drive

Just get us out, dead or alive

A road too long to mention, lord, it's something to see!

Laid down by the good intentions paving company

All the way to the thing we've been playing at, darlin'

I can see that you're wearing your staying hat, darlin'

For the time being all is well

Won't you love me a spell?

This is blindness beyond all conceiving

Well, behind us the road is leaving, yeah, leaving

And falling back

Like a rope gone slack

Well, I saw straight away that the lay was steep

But I fell for you, honey, as easy as falling asleep

And that right there is the course I keep...

And no amount of talking

Is going to soften the fall

But, like after the rain, step out

Of the overhang, that's all

It had a nice a ring to it

When the ol' opry house rang

So with a solemn auld lang

Signed, sealed, delivered, I sang

And there is hesitation

And it always remains

Concerning you, me,

And the rest of the gang

And in our quiet hour

I feel I see everything

And am in love with the hook

Upon which everyone hangs

And I know you meant to show the extent

To which you gave a goddang

You ranged real hot and real cold but I'm sold

I am home on that range

And I do hate to fold

Right here at the top of my game

When I've been trying with my whole heart and soul

To stay right here in the right lane

But it can make you feel over and old

Lord, you know it's a shame

When I only want for you to pull over and hold me

'Til I can't remember my own name