The White Stripes Little Cream Soda

One, two, three, four!

Well every highway that I go down
Seems to be longer than the last one that I knew about,
Oh well.

And every girl that I walk around
Seems to be more of an illusion than the last one that I found,
Oh well.

And this old man in front of me wearing canes and ruby rings
Is like containing an explosion when he sings,
And with every chance to set himself on fire,
He just ends up doin' the same thing.

Well, each beautiful thing I come across
Tells me to stop moving and shake this riddle off,
Oh well.

And there was a time when all I wanted
Was my ice cream colder and a little cream soda,
Oh well, oh well.

And a wooden box and an alley full of rocks
Was all I had to care about,
Oh well, oh well, oh well.

Now my mind is filled with rubber tires and forest fires
And whether I’m a liar
And lots of other situations
Where I don’t know what to do
At which time God screams to me
"There’s nothing left for me to tell you."
Nothing left for me to tell you.
Nothing left.

Oh well, oh well, oh well,
Oh well.
Oh well, oh well, oh well,
Oh well.