Creation (Creation, creation, creation, creation)

Been so long since a strange woman has slept in my bed (Bed, bed, bed, bed, bed)

I and I
I and I

I and I
I and I

Took an untrodden path once where the swift don't win the race

I and I
I and I

They're waiting for spring to come (They're waiting for spring to come)
Smokin' down the track (Smokin' down the track)

I and I
I and I

I and I
I and I

I and I
Walking in the middle lane, literally
I and I
Walking to the edge of—