I dropped my bags onto the bed 400 miles and 3 states I've fled I dropped my bags onto the bed Upon the wall there was a frame Inside, a painting that looked just the same as the painting on the wall when I woke up today Didn't I just leave this place? I must've taken a wrong turn I'm lost on the road more traveled by I pulled aside to sit here on the curb I must've taken a wrong turn In this hotel parking lot, I called up my dear mom And I told her I'm alright, yeah I think she knows I lied When I left twelve years ago, I was nervous and aglow Now I'm bored and rather dull and I'm tired of the ride I know I've heard this song before Blaring from the dashboard of my Chrysler with my foot tapping the floor Yeah something's wrong with living on the road If I'm over every melody and chord then I need a different home I must've taken a wrong turn I'm lost on the road more traveled by I pulled aside to sit here on the curb I must've taken a wrong turn While staring at the map, I called up my dear dad And he told me it's alright, yeah he said it'd be just fine Well tell me this, my son, what's the reason that you run? I'm stuck in cruise control and I don't remember why Oh no, I've seen this place before From the bright blue shower curtain to the floral carpet floor Something's wrong with living on the road If there's no variation and no change, then I need a different home From this hotel parking lot, I called up my dear mom And I told her I'm alright, yeah I think she's knows I lied Back when this all began, adventure was the plan What happened to the plan? What happened to Aw hell, I know I met this guy before Same popped collar and bad jokes, Marley poster on his door Something's wrong with living on the road if everyone I meet acts the same Then I need a different home I must've taken a wrong turn I'm lost on the road more traveled by I pulled aside to sit here on the curb Must've taken a wrong turn From this hotel parking lot, I called up my dear mom And I told her I'm alright, I told her I'm just fine