No Turning Around Blues

Going ninety miles an hour
down the highway alone.
Yeah, ninety miles an hour
down the highway alone.
Looking for a U-turn
so I can get back home.

Sometimes I go slower,
to check out what I pass.
I may go slower sometimes -
to check out what I pass.
Nothing ever looks familiar,
so I step on the gas.

Other drivers pass me,
going too fast for words.
Well, other drivers pass me,
going too fast for words.
They go off into the distance
and vanish there like birds.

The highway can be narrow
or it may be ten lanes wide.
It may be one or two lanes,
it may be ten lanes wide.
Is that the sea in the distance
or just a trick of the light?

My home is far behind me,
at least I think that is so.
Well, my home is far behind me,
at least I think that is so.
If I could only find a U-turn,
I'd go back and I would know.