I don't feel well, it's this old damned cold It won't leave me alone, let me be But it's not just that it's everything Gotta force myself, gotta force myself to sleep Write it down, write it down, write it down Tell it in a story of the pioneers Not the hunters lookin' for their souvenirs. Sing me something, make it sound so sweet Tell the whole wide world, make them all believe Don't you believe we're spinning right now You speak, I hear, we learn somehow Lines divide, oceans are wide, we come and we go On a painted road, miles behind. Ain't no particular end to this story In no particular way was it told No preconceived moments of glory It just came as it came Whereabouts unknown ...