Fell in love with a sound

Well every highway that I go down Seems to be longer that the last one I knew aboutOh wellAnd every girl I've walked around Seems to be more of an illusion than the last one I foundOh wellAnd this old man in front of meWearin canes and ruby ringsIt's like a tame explosion when he singsWith every chance to set himself on fireHe just ends up doing the same thingWell each beat of a thing I come acrossTells me to stop moving and shake this riddle offOh wellAnd there was a time when all I wanted Was my ice cream cold in my little cream sodaOh well, oh wellAnd a wooden boxIn an alley full of rocksWas all I had to care aboutOh well, oh well, oh wellNow my mind is filled with rubber tires And forest fires And whether I’m a liarAnd lots of other situations where I don’t knowWhat to do at which time God screams to me“There’s nothing left for me to tell you”Oh well, oh well, oh wellOh wellOh well, oh well, oh wellOh well