Bad Directions - CALIFORNIA

I always take the back roads

Leave the traffic to everyone else

I can’t take the clamor of the crowd

I’ll take the scenic route

Talkin' on tomorrow

Tonight’s only halfway done

I never was to be hurried about

Please, just slow down

And I know we all start out with bad directions

Don’t give up, 'til now we’ve made it through

Cause it makes you more like them

When you give them what they want

The need to please them

Is to belong

Boom box on the dashboard

St. Christopher on a chain

Head up north, back east, down south

Out West we’ll drive it down

Roads turn to gravel

Some are paved quite well

Some are even at odds with their address now

Caught in a roundabout

And I know we all start out with bad directions

Don’t give up, 'til now we’ve made it through

'Cause it makes you more like them

When you give them what they want

The need to please them

Is just what they want

Take the road less traveled

And fold all the maps away

Put it all in that unfinished novel someday

A postcard, anyway

Anyway…

And I know we all start out with bad directions

We get lost, somehow we make it through

'Cause I may not know my streets

But I know my directions

Come on, we’ll go out across these avenues