World Records

Oh no now here I go
Breaking word records on the long ride home
There are people there
And they know more than my name

I’ve been high and low
Looking for an answer up at the end of the road
I was at heaven’s gate
And I should have been taking a photo

But people do the strangest things
And everybody’s in the paparazzi
So why should I pretend to understand
When you didn’t come with instructions

That’s not even close to true, let’s just say that
I’m heading on back through what I know to what I knew
I can remember the start of a plan
Something about the road to hell and good intentions

I’m not afraid of the future honey
I’m just afraid of the past
All of your ghosts are they with you darling
I’m telling you that you’re looking at it

So I’m heading on home to you
I’ve got a novelty hat and a worn out shoe
And whatever I decide to do
Hell I don’t know

When I’m back in the promised land
And everybody’s drunk and getting out of hand
That’s when I’ll be dreaming
Of the road

I’m not afraid of the future honey
I’m just afraid of the past
All of your ghosts are they with you darling
I’m telling you that you’re looking at it