I always take the back roads Leave the traffic to everyone else I can't take the clamor of the crowd I'll take the scenic route Talkin' on tomorrow Tonight's only halfway done I never was to be hurried about Please, just slow down And I know we all start out with bad directions Don't give up, 'til now we've made it through 'Cause it makes you more like them When you give them what they want The need to please them Is to belong Boom box on the dashboard St. Christopher on a chain Head up north, back east, down south Out West we'll drive it down Roads turn to gravel Some are paved quite well Some are even at odds with their address now Caught in a roundabout And I know we all start out with bad directions Don't give up, 'til now we've made it through 'Cause it makes you more like them When you give them what they want The need to please them Is just what they want Take the road less traveled And fold all the maps away Put it all in that unfinished novel someday A postcard, anyway Anyway And I know we all start out with bad directions We get lost, somehow we make it through 'Cause I may not know my streets But I know my directions Come on, we'll go out across these avenues