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 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 bend But 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 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 thinking 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 desperadoes who paint the town beige I gave up the fast lane