My friends from high school married their high school boyfriends, moved into houses in the same zip codes where their parents live, but I, I could never follow, no I, I could never follow. I hit the highway in a pink RV with stars on the ceiling, live like a gypsy, six strong hands on the steering wheel. I've been a long time gone now, maybe someday, someday I'm gonna settle down, but I've always found my way somehow. By taking the long way, taking the long way around, taking the long way, taking the long way around. I met the queen of whatever, drank with the Irish, smoked with the hippies, moved with the shakers, wouldn't kiss all the asses that they told me to. No I, I could never follow, no I, I could never follow. It's been two long years now since the top of the world came crashing down, and I'm getting it back on the road now. But I'm taking the long way, taking the long way around, taking the long way, taking the long way around. Oh I'll just take my time, I won't play dumb, and take the long way around. Well I followed with a stranger and I met myself, I opened my mouth and I heard myself. It can get pretty lonely when you show yourself, yes I could have made it easier on myself, but I, I could never follow, no I, I could never follow. Well I never seem to do it like anybody else, maybe someday, someday I'm gonna settle down. If you ever wanna find me I can still be found. Taking the long way, taking the long way around, taking the long way, taking the long way around. Taking the long way, taking the long way around, taking the long way, taking the long way around. I'm taking the long way, taking the long way around, taking the long way, taking the long way around.