Lyrics

You've got my goat lined up with the barrels of a tandem ten-gauge
but there's a note on the mirror saying no more road rage
I took a pill and hit the road before the sun hit the beer cans
and I think I would make it by noon if you don't have lunch plans
the first time I arrived as I rolled into the drive I was flying
and if you were to say, today, the thrill survives, man you wouldn't be lying
like any other fool that's played with fire I've been a few more than twice bit
but now it's clear all roads lead down from here any way you slice it

been good for nothing since I caught a whiff * I can't imagine what would have happened if
I never made it to Bigsville * and I'm going to Bigsville

I used to be the kind to up and go at any time in any weather
but now it seems it's often quite enough if I can put two thoughts together
now I'm whizzing towards a glow as from a bow aimed at the town that I belong to
and I'm praying hard that nothing's gonna break the only thread I'm holding on to

been good for nothing since I caught a whiff * I can't imagine what would happen if
I never made it to Bigsville * and I'll see you in Bigsville

I've got my hopes set on a sandwich and the soup du jour
'cause I've had my sights set on the hamlet that's the heights for sure
each time I lay my head upon the bosom of the berg that has no peer
I feel a faint relief although I's always pretty sure I'd wind up here

been good for nothing since I caught a whiff * I can't imagine what would have happened if
I never made it to Bigsville * like I made it to Bigsville