You have arrived sonnIs this the last frontier?nIt’s quite a drive sonnSo get yourself in gearn‘Cause, Kid, you ain’t home yetnCement takes some time to setnIt’s been a long haulnAm I knocking on the wrong wall?nYou have arrived sonnnMessy businessnThis mess is surely minenA sketchy witnessnPicked me out a linenI know that I messed upnWhen I drank from that cupnBeen entertainingnNow you’ve got some explainingnIt’s messy businessnnNova ScotiannThat the blood that’s in my veinsnBy the oceannTil I fanned those prairie flamesnFootloose and fancy freenNow I’m a spinning 33nComplete devotionnIs that the cost of love’s commotion?nNova ScotiannnBad things happennThat much we understandnBut hands keep clappin’nWhen the shit does hit the fannYou can’t let it do you innSomebody get me my ginnHands keep clappin’nI miss Scott TappennBad things happennnSo many placesnI have traveled in my monthsnWide open spacesnDown to claustrophobic trunksnAnd if they lock you down too longnYou can pay them back in songnFeel it comingnJust like my guitar hummingnI will pay you back nownnI sing a verse nownFor those come and gonenAnd left this earth nownAnd we’re stuck here rolling onnI can still hear Tappen tapnI can still hear Judy’s laughnHelen’s making moviesnAnd my Granny Kay, she’s baking cookiesnThey’ve come and gone nownnFriends from high schoolnThey show up now and thennIt’s kind of awkwardnTo make like we’re still friendsnI guess in a way we arenI usually see them in a barnYou’ve been drinkingnNow that gets me to thinkingnIt’s kind of awkwardnnI’m just like my fathernWith calloused fingertipsnI’m just like my mothernWhen the red wine’s at her lipsnBeen rocking on the bownBut I’m home to tell you nownI found the right rhymenWithout the daytime there’s no nighttimenJust like your parentsnnStompin Tommin’nIn a badass cowboy hatnTutankhamunnThe boy king of this and thatnAnd when Margo starts to dignI hope Reggie’s got the gignIs it uncommon?nTo have nothing in common?nWith friends from high schoolnnTrue deceptionnIt will break your heart in twonWe need protectionnFrom the words that cut right throughnIf you wanna know how it feelsnUnder your thumb, under your wheelsnYou heartless bastard!nQuit denying this disasternIt’s true deceptionnnTo the point nownI’m tired of feeling downnAnd out of joint nownI’m so sick of messing aroundnHelp me out now if you cannWon’t you lend a clapping hand?nI won’t disappoint younNo, I don’t want to disappoint younWhat’s your point now?nnSheila RogersnI like her speaking voicenSons and daughtersnGoing down to Critic’s ChoicenRent a movie and stay innSomebody get me my Pimm’snFloorboards creakin’nHush up now Sheila’s speakin’nIt’s Sheila RogersnnBaby, I miss younI’ve been gone too longnSwimsuit issuenNow I’m just rattling onnYour loving sure felt finenSo turn off your seatbelt signnHear me knockingnThis deadbolt needs unlockingnBaby, I miss younnLong and windingnThis long, long winded roadnLost and findingnOut my future’s bought and soldnThey’ll price me with a tagnThen they’ll put you in a bagnIt’s too expensive!nWhy you so defensive?nLong and windingnnTriple recordnNow that’s just rattling offnMy past is checkerednAnd my future’s polka dotsnI’ve been gone too longnI’m so sick of all these songsnYou’re in the drivewaynOur love is like a highwaynIt goes on & on & on….