I've been traveling down a wider road with less reason
I've been going down a smoother path of more consistent seasons
It's the higher end of the fork in the trail where I've committed treason
Everybody's going eighty on a seventy-mile highway
All the politics a-buzzin' makes me wanna drive sideways
And the happily ever afters afterwards all look the same to me
I should've listened to Robert Frost
When he told me to take the other route
I should've known better than to settle for mediocrity
Where everything seems so loud
But at least with that in mind, I can be the wiser man now