Between the miles of open road I lost sight of what might matter the most I stumbled into the great unknown and found That time won't slow down I'm getting by with my collapsible lung And it's a good time 100% of the time And I'm like a ladder with a missing rung And it's a slow climb headed back to the sky And I'm feelin' backwards when I'm trying the most And I hope haven't heard the last words from the holy ghost Cause I think that I'm supposed to be Well on my way by now I'll do the twist with my replaceable hips And turn you right round Then dip you down to the ground And now I wanna grow old and rub your tired limbs And take it easy Until we wither away Until we wither away Between the miles of open road I lost sight of what might matter the most I stumbled into the great unknown and found That time can't slow down To take a breath and then take it in To think of places I'll go I haven't been To pour my heart into everything I've found Time won't slow down Feelin' backwards And I hope haven't heard the last words No, no, no Cause I think that I'm supposed to be Well on my way-eh-eh! Eh eh! Wooo' To pour my heart into everything I found Between the miles of open road I lost sight of what might matter the most I stumbled into the great unknown and found That time won't slow down To take a breath and then take it in To think of places I'll go I haven't been