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