I don't know where I'm going,
but I do know where I've been
It seems that my memory serves me well
Sometimes it feels that my boots are made of lead
Running from somehow from hell
There's a spirit there to guide you,
a spirit there to drink You guzzle it or sip it as you please
Sometimes it's hard to change the evil ways you think
Till the spirit brings you to your knees
And I start to understand It's the same
for every woman and every thinking man
It don't really matter if you think it don't make the grade
You go around in a circle till it brings you home again
I have wandered all the back roads,
flown in lots of planes
Turned on all the lights in a motel room
Woken up hungover, feeling round for my shoes
Unable to remember some good tune
There's a demon there to haunt each small
error that you make And well I know that I have made a few
And even if I flaunt some foolish mistake
I'll do my best to not blame it on you
And I start to understand It's the
same for every woman and every thinking
man It don't really matter if you think it don't
make the grade You go around in a circle till it brings you
home again It don't really matter if you think it don't
make the grade You go around in a circle till it brings you
home again