We have roads, we like to drive alone
Ignoring the shortcuts that our parents taught us
Hummed, I hummed, slightly out of key
Through cornfields that let the pavement sing right back

Searching for a nod from above
But staring at the crowd is just enough
The places my mind runs around
Without you there to tie it down

It started in Ann Arbor, Michigan
And led to the grey hairs that your fingers comb through
Even strangers are asking you
What the hell is wrong with him?
It started in Ann Arbor, Michigan
And led to the grey hairs that your fingers comb through
Even strangers are asking you
What the hell is wrong with him?

Whoa, searching for a nod from above
But staring at the ground is just enough
The places my mind runs around
Without you there to tie it down

It started in Ann Arbor Michigan
And led to the grey hairs that your fingers comb through

Searching for a nod from above
But staring at the ground is just enough
The places my mind runs around
Without you there to tie it down
It started in Ann Arbor, Michigan
And led to the grey hairs that your fingers comb through
Even strangers are asking you
What the hell is wrong with him?