☆ HomToㄨYeah 

The White Stripes - Little Cream Soda

Well every highway that I go down

Seems to be longer than the last one i knew about

Oh Well



And every girl that I walk around

Seems to be more of an illusion than the last one that I found

Oh Well



And this old man in front of me

Holding canes and ruby rings

Is like containing an explosion when he sings

But with every chance to set himself on fire

He just ends up doing the same thing



Well every beautiful think i come across

Tells me to stop moving and shake this riddle off

Oh Well



And there was a time when all I wanted was my

Ice cream colder, and a little cream soad

Oh Well, Oh Well



And a wooden box, and an alley full of rocks

was all i had to care about

Oh Well, Oh Well, Oh Well



But now my mind is filled with rubber tires

and forest fires

an whether i'm a liar

and lots of other situations where I don't know

what to do at which time god screams to me

“there's nothing left for me to tell you”



Oh Well, Oh Well, Oh Well