I gave up the fast lane for a blacktop county road
 Just burned out on all that talk about [Incomprehensible]
 I traded for a songbird, a bigger piece of sky
 When I miss the good old days I can't imagine why
 
 Still I get restless and drive into town
 I cruise once down Main street and turn back around
 It's crazy but God knows I don't act my age
 Like an old desperado who paints the town beige
 
 Down along the river, past the swimming hole
 You can find your piece of mind with just a fishing pole
 And you can walk the river for miles and miles on end
 And never stop believing in that dream around the bend
 
 But still I get restless and drive into town
 My radio playing, my window roll down
 It's crazy but God knows I don't act my age
 Like an old desperado who paints the town beige
 
 Deep down in the winter, time slows to a crawl
 There's really nothing much to do until the first spring thaw
 It's then I get to thinking I must have gone insane
 Memories roll through my mind like a long slow railroad train
 
 Still I get restless and drive into town
 Watch the world through a windshield as it all comes unwind
 It's crazy but God knows I don't act my age
 Like those old desperadoes who paint the town beige
 I gave up the fast lane