I had to turn off the radio
It was messing with my head
Same old song and dance
From twenty-five years ago
It was good the first time around
but enough is enough.

And the road is rougher now than it was back then
The pot holes never got patched.
The asphalt is dry and cracked and broken
And nothing is the way it was back then.
It hasnít gone the way I planned.

The engine is burning oil
And one of the tires is leaking air
The mandolin rain is out of tune
Leaving me begging for rain in June
Somehow it missed me in May
With not a lot left to say

You say you want the radio on
Go ahead and change the station
Itíll play the same song and dance
From twenty-five minutes ago
It was good the first time around
but we never got enough

And the sun is burning hotter than it did back then
Setting a little deeper into the west
The moon is pale yellow and bleeding
Just like it used to way back then
Just like it used to way back then