Good Intentions Paving Company

Twenty miles left to the show 
Hello my old country hello 
Stars are just beginning to appear 
And I have never in my life before been here 

And it's my heart, not me, who cannot drive 
In which conclusion you arrive 
Watching me sit here bolt upright and cry 
For no good reason at the Eastern sky 

And the tilt of this strange nation 
And the will to remain for the duration 
Waving the flag, feeling it drag 

Like a bump on a bump on a log, baby 
Like I'm in a fist fight with a fog, baby 
Step-ball-change and a pirouette 
And .. and I regret, I regret 

How I said to you, honey, just open your heart 
When I've got trouble even opening a honey jar 
And that right there is where we are 

And I been 'fessing double fast 
Addressing questions nobody asks 
I'll get this joy off of my chest at last 
And I will love you 'til the noise has long since passed 

And I did not mean to shout, just drive 
Just get us out, dead or alive 
road too long to mention, Lord It's something to see.. 
Laid down by the good intentions [bad word] 

All the way to the thing we've been playing at, darlin' 
I can see that you're wearing your staying hat, darlin' 
For the time being all is well 
Won't you love me a spell? 

This is blindness beyond all conceiving 
Well, behind us the road is leaving, and leaving 
And falling back 
Like a rope gone slack 

And I saw straight away that the lay was steep 
But I fell for you, honey, as easy as falling asleep 
And that right there is the course I keep... 

And no amount of talking 
Is going to soften the fall 
But, like after the rain, step out 
Of the overhang, that's all 

It had a nice a ring to it 
When the old opry house rang 
so, with a solemn auld lan syne, sealed, delivered, 
I sang. 

And there is hesitation 
And it always remains 
Concerning you, me, 
And the rest of the gang 

And in our quiet hour 
I feel I see everything 

And am in love with the hook 
Upon which everyone hangs 

And I know you meant to show the extent 
To which you gave a goddang 
You ranged real hot and real cold, 
But I'm sold. 
I am home on the range 

And I do hate to fold 
Right here at the top of my game 
When I've been trying with my whole heart and soul 
To stay right here in the right lane 

But it can make you feel over and old 
Lord, you know it's a shame 
When I only want for you to pull over 
and hold me, 'Til I can't remember my own name