"And there was a time when all I wanted
was my ice cream cold in my little cream soda
And a wooden box
In an alley full of rocks
And a wooden box
In an alley full of rocks
Was all I had to care about
Oh well, oh well, oh well
Now my mind is filled with rubber tires
And forest fires
And whether I’m a liar
And lots of other situations where I don’t know
What to do at which time God screams to me
“There’s nothing left for me to tell you”
Oh well, oh well, oh well
