Music & Lyrics: 
John Popper 
When you roll down your window 
And ask for directions 
Can you count on the answers 
That you would receive 
If you've ever been taken 
By that passed along pay back 
Why ask in the first place you might not believe 
But I won't be confined to road maps 
Or let assholes decide 
And I'd rather be lost 
Then afraid to take a ride 
And if it's a sing 
No place on earth will 
I ever fit in 
And I don't mind 
Someday I pray 
I just may 
As I make my way 
Well I might have been helpful 
Or a mischievous bastard 
But when I'm thinking about it 
I do what 
I can In the infinite halfway 
Where everyone always meets me 
And by the laws of pure error 
Do we exchange and understand 
I'm yelling as loudly 
As my lungs will allow 
I wish I could whisper 
Can you hear me now 
And if it's a sing 
No place on earth will 
I ever fit in 
And I don't mind 
Someday I pray 
I just may 
As I make my way 
Could be no one has the meaning 
Of what anybody says 
But so we don't feel so lonely 
We decide that we do 
Well now we might be speaking 
English But what does that mean 
And can you honestly tell me 
What color is blue 
Well you could try an explanation 
Or try to wonder why 
But if I'm lost in your driveway 
All I really can do is try 
And if it's a sing 
No place on earth will 
I ever fit in 
And I don't mind 
I've looked and searched her over countless times 
And I'll do it again 
Someday I may finally want to stay 
Someday I pray 
I just may 
As I make my way 
As I make my way 
As I make my way...