Release date: November 21st, 2019

The song is about finding the driveway of this Dutch highway.

​The search for this is used as a metaphore or euphemism of finding the meaning of life.

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Lyrics

​Walking down the streets 
Minding my own business 
Thoughts are running wild 
No way close to Christmas 

Walking but nowhere to go 
On the sidewalk, follow lines 
Man, this is such a dirty town 
Feeling down, I know the signs 

Where's that turn, I can not see 
The one that leads to the "A" three 
They say it's there, I will agree 
Untill that time, I won't be free 

Around the first or second block 
Still minding my own business 
The same houses, all along 
Hey, it's a kind of fitness 

There's a hole in my shoe 
It get's bigger all the time 
For every road I walk 
It's stupid, that don't rhyme 

Where's the turn, I can not see 
The one that leads to the "A" three 
They say it's there, I will agree 
But 'till that time, I won't be free 

Hours later, still on the search 
Last page on the map, turning six 
Houses getting fewer, but bigger 
A third floor, perfect fix 

Walkin's getting harder 
The left shoe has a cleft 
And the tempo is much slower 
Almost barefoot, no soles left 

Where's the turn, I can not see 
The one that leads to the "A" three 
They say it's there, I will agree 
Untill that time, I won't be free 

My tonque is hanging out a foot 
Can barely walk another step 
Sweat runs and forms a flood 
This bad, soaking wet, yep 

Running out on a solution 
I even got a hole in my soul 
By far, jumping to a conclusion 
My tears in sorrow roll 

There is the turn, I could not see 
The one that leads to the "A" three 
I see it's there, wont disagree 
I go there and be free 
In the end

Song Information

ISRC: QZHNB1912567
​Style: pop / country
Tempo: 111
Time signature: 4/4
Structure: AABAABAABACAB
Key: G major
Instruments: vocals, drum kit, bass, e-guitar, a-guitar, hammond organ