Headed down to the country store
With a head full of bumble bees
Got a date with a magistrate
In the garden of the Tuileries
Got lost in the candy mart
Had to call for a helping hand
There’s a map leading to my heart
Or there’s room for another friend
But it’s either not both
Ain’t no more room on this boat
And there’s one way to my soul
it’s a long walk back from Buffalo
It’s hard highs and tricky lows
But there aint no time like the present time
Got stuck in the veggie aisle
Had a hiccup in my junior mint
Had to put back my celery
And hang on to my government
Don’t believe everything that you read
Said the cover of the magazine
Had to pause while I did the math
Had to take a shot of Listerine
And there’s one way to my soul
it’s a long walk back from Buffalo
It’s hard highs wand tricky lows
But there aint no time like the present time
Moving on with my eager eye
Make a motion for summary
Take a look at my brothers way
Gonna live my life accordingly
Got a pillow for my good side
And a little bit of ambien
Gonna sleep off this cozy ride
Set the soundtrack to ambient
Blame me or don’t’
I got back to carry this load
And there’s one way to my soul
It's a long walk back from Buffalo
It’s hard highs and tricky lows
But there ain’t no time like the present time
