White Stripes Little Cream Soda Lyrics

Well every highway that I go down
Seems to be longer that the last one I knew about
Oh well

And every girl I've walked around
Seems to be more of an illusion than the last one I found
Oh well

And this old man in front of me
Wearin canes and ruby rings
It's like a tame explosion when he sings
With every chance to set himself on fire
He just ends up doing the same thing

Well each beat of a thing I come across
Tells me to stop moving and shake this riddle off
Oh well

And there was a time when all I wanted
Was my ice cream cold in my little cream soda

Oh well, oh well

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

Oh well

Oh well, oh well, oh well

Oh well

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