GOOD INTENTIONS PAVING COMPANY

             
Twenty miles l

    
eft to the sho

w.
            
Hello my old c

        
ountry, hello
             
Stars are just

              
 beginning to 


appear
              
And I have nev

         
er in my life 

before been he

re

             
And it's my he

              
art, not me, w

    
ho cannot driv

e
            
At which concl

             
usion you arri

 
ved
             
Watching me si

              
t here bolt up

      
right and cry
              
For no good re

            
ason at the Ea

stering sky


              
And the tilt o

        
f this strange

 nation
              
And the will t

    
o remain for t

he duration
            
Waving the fla

              
g, feeling it 


drag

              
Like a bump on

   
 a bump on a l

og, baby
              
Like I'm in a 

     
fist fight wit

h the fog, bab

y
              
Step-ball-chan

         
ge and a pirou

ette
              
And .. and I r


egret, I regre

t

       
How I said to 

you, honey, ju

st open your h

eart
             
When I've got 

           
trouble even o

pening a honey

 jar
           
And that right

 there is wher

e we are

             
And I been 'fe

       
ssing double f

ast
            
Addressing que

       
stions nobody 

asks
             
I'll get this 

              
joy off of my 

         
chest at last
              
And I will lov

              
e you 'til the

 
 noise has lon

g since passed

             
And I did not 

        
mean to shout,

 just drive
            
Just get us ou

        
t, dead or ali

ve.
             
The road's too

              
 long to menti

              
on Lord, it's 

       
something to s

ee! —
              
Laid down by t

              
he Good Intent

      
ions Paving Co

mpany,

              
All the way to

         
 the thing we'

ve been playin

g at, darlin'
              
I can see that

        
 you're wearin

g your staying

 hat, darlin'
              
For the time b

    
eing all is we

ll
          
Won't you love

 me a spell
               

              
This is blindn

       
ess beyond all

 conceiving
              
Well, behind u

              
s the road is 


leaving, yeah,

 leaving
             
And falling ba


ck
              
Like a rope go

   
ne slack

        
Well, I saw st

raight away th

at the lay was

 steep
             
But I fell for

              
 you, honey, a

              
s easy as fall

                    
ing asleep
              
And that right

              
 there is the 

          
course I keep.

..

             
And no amount 

   
of talking
             
Is going to so

         
ften the fall
            
But, like afte

             
r the rain, st

ep out
             
Of the overhan

     
g, that's all

             
It had a nice 

  
a ring to it
              
When the ol' o

          
pry house rang
            
so, with a sol

          
emn auld lang
              
"Signed, seale

             
d, delivered" 

   
I sang

             
And there is h

 
esitation
             
And it always 

  
remains
            
Concerning you

  
, me,
             
And the rest o

       
f the gang

             
And in a quiet

   
 hour
             
I feel I see e

     
verything
            
And am in love

            
 with the hook
             
Upon which eve

         
ryone hangs

             
And I know you

             
 meant to show

          
 the extent
             
To which you g

          
ave a god dang
              
You ranged rea

            
l hot and real

             
 cold but I'm 

sold
             
I am home on t

    
hat range

            
And I do hate 

        
to fold
              
Right here at 

             
the top of my 

  
game
              
When I've been

              
 trying with m

              
y whole heart 

                    
and soul
              
To stay right 

             
here in the ri

    
ght lane

              
But it can mak

            
e you feel ove

      
r and old
             
Lord, you know

        
 it's a shame
            
When I only wa

              
nt for you to 

            
pull over and 

                    
hold me
              
'Til I can't r

             
emember my own

 
 name