Lyrics:

I hitched a ride with a vending machine repair man

He says he's been down this road more than twice

He was high on intellectualism

I've never been there but the brochure looks nice

Jump in, let's go

Lay back, enjoy the show

Everybody gets high, everybody gets low,

These are the days when anything goes



Everyday is a winding road

I get a little bit closer

Everyday is a faded sign

I get a little bit closer to feeling fine



He's got a daughter he calls Easter

She was born on a Tuesday night

I'm just wondering why I feel so all alone

Why I'm a stranger in my own life

Jump in, let's go

Lay back, enjoy the show

Everybody gets high, everybody gets low

These are the days when anything goes



Everyday is a winding road

I get a little bit closer

Everyday is a faded sign

I get a little bit closer



Everyday is a winding road

I get a little bit closer

Everyday is a faded sign

I get a little bit closer to feeling fine



I've been swimming in a sea of anarchy

I've been living on coffee and nicotine

I've been wondering if all the things I've seen

Were ever real, were ever really happening



Everyday is a winding road

I get a little bit closer

Everyday is a faded sign

I get a little bit closer



Everyday is a winding road

I get a little bit closer

Everyday is a faded sign

I get a little bit closer to feeling fine



Everyday is a winding road (repeat until song fades)