Texty: Stockyard Stoics. Catastrophe. End Of The Road.

Well I still can't make up my mind about what I oughtta do
Which way is up, which way is down, which road will bring me through
Friday Saturday flying high and staying out all night
Sunday Monday coming down
Do you think I'm too uptight?

[Chorus:]
Oh lord I'm coming around a bend
I can't go back the way I came, don't know what lies ahead
I keep making the same mistakes again (and again)
Where will this road end?

Rearview mirror coming loose and getting in the way
Second guesses drowning out the words I've gotta say
Looking out the window for a little self-respect
Nothing ever turns out quite the way that I expect

[Chorus:]
Oh lord I'm not sure where to go
I could fill a lifetime up with all that I don't know
Heads and tails are out in front again (and again)
Where will this road end?

Gotta let go of it
Gotta let go of it
Gotta go with all the highs and lows of it
Gotta let go of it
Gotta make a show of it
Gotta go on and not know all the flow of it
Let it go

[Chorus:]
Oh lord I'm coming around a bend
I can't go back the way I came, don't know what lies ahead
And I keep making the same mistakes again (and again)
Where will this road end?
Where will this road end?