i gave up the fast lane for a blacktop county road just burned out on all that talk about the motherlode 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 peace of mind with just a fishing pole and you can walk the river for miles and miles on end and never stop believin in that dream around the bend but still i get restless and drive into town my radio playing my window rolled 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 thinkin 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 unwound it s crazy but god knows i don t act my age like those old desperados who paint the town beige i gave up the fast lane