Paint the Town Beige

I gave up the fast lane for a blacktop county road

Just burned out on all that talk 'bout the motherlode

I traded for a songbird, a bigger piece of sky

When I miss the good old days I can't imagine whyStill 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 beigeDown 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 bendBut 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 beigeDeep 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 trainStill 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