I dropped my bags onto the bed
400 miles and 3 states I’ve fled
I dropped my bags onto the bed
Upon the wall there was a frame
Inside, a painting that looked just the same as the painting on the wall when I woke up today
Didn’t I just leave this place?
I must’ve taken a wrong turn
I’m lost on the road more traveled by
I pulled aside to sit here on the curb
I must’ve taken a wrong turn
In this hotel parking lot, I called up my dear mom
And I told her I’m alright, yeah I think she knows I lied
When I left twelve years ago, I was nervous and aglow
Now I’m bored and rather dull and I’m tired of the ride
I know I’ve heard this song before
Blaring from the dashboard of my Chrysler with my foot tapping the floor
Yeah something’s wrong with living on the road
If I’m over every melody and chord then I need a different home
I must’ve taken a wrong turn
I’m lost on the road more traveled by
I pulled aside to sit here on the curb
I must’ve taken a wrong turn
While staring at the map, I called up my dear dad
And he told me it’s alright, yeah he said it’d be just fine
“Well tell me this, my son, what’s the reason that you run?”
“I’m stuck in cruise control and I don’t remember why”
Oh no, I’ve seen this place before
From the bright blue shower curtain to the floral carpet floor
Something’s wrong with living on the road
If there’s no variation and no change, then I need a different home
From this hotel parking lot, I called up my dear mom
And I told her I’m alright, yeah I think she’s knows I lied
Back when this all began, adventure was the plan
What happened to the plan? What happened to…
Aw hell, I know I met this guy before
Same popped collar and bad jokes, Marley poster on his door
Something’s wrong with living on the road if everyone I meet acts the same
Then I need a different home
I must’ve taken a wrong turn
I’m lost on the road more traveled by
I pulled aside to sit here on the curb
Must’ve taken a wrong turn
From this hotel parking lot, I called up my dear mom
And I told her I’m alright, I told her I’m just fine