There'Â's this strangest feeling and I cannot seem to put my finger on itHey Jokeman, roll me a cigarette just like your life depended on itThereÂ's a world outside this truck stop, boys, and thatÂ's where IÂ'm headed toNow making up for lost time, well, itÂ's the only thing I really want to doOo oo, oh ohItÂ''s all I want to do,Oh oh, oh ohIf I see that girl IÂ'm going to tell her that she was right about everythingI havenÂ't seen her since that summer when, man, she left without a ringShe made the craziest accusations, but every one of them was trueNow making up for lost time, well, itÂ's the only thing I really want to doOo oo, oo ooIt'Â's all I want to do,Oh oh, oh ohWell, I'Â've wasted too much time picking over all the worry in this heart of mineAny day IÂ'm gonna see her, so come up on a bright blue morning (?)You know in all my days itÂ's the hardest times that are the ones IÂ've missed the mostSo now get some rest, itÂ's still three hours before we hit the coastAnd throw your empties on the dashboard ‘cause tonight weÂ're driving throughYeah, and making up for lost time, well, itÂ's the only thing I really want to doOh oh, oh ohIt'Â's all I really want to doOh oh, oh ohIt'Â's all I really know how to doOhhh, ohhh, ohhhh, ohhh, noÂ...
