What you gonna do? I don't know, my friend But I'm open to suggestion if you'll proffer two cents Give me something I can hang my coat on, yeah! Nine times out of ten I'm not the guidance type I've been sitting on a fencepost for the brunt of my life And now I need some help to find out what I feel, it k**s It k**s the time Until you fill your heart, you'll see There's more to you than what you think and need Where you gonna go? I don't know, my friend But I'll take this road forever or until it does end Here or there or someplace else, man, anywhere! Maybe to the west Where they don't fall down In a canyon of a valley in a twenty-horse town A voluntary rest home where they lecture you, it k**s It k**s the time Until you fill your heart, you'll see there's more to you than what you think and need We can share our bland opinions About the quality of air and all will be right All will be right on top There's a place in old dominion Near that courthouse by the square Where all will be right All will be right on top of the day