Well, every highway that I go down Seems to be longer than the last one I knew about, oh well And every girl that I walk around Seems to be more of an illusion than the last one I found, oh well And this old man in front of me Wearin' canes and ruby rings is like a tanging explosion when he sings With every chance to set himself on fire He just ends up doing the same thing
Well, each beautiful thing I come across Tells me to stop moving and shake this riddle off, oh well And there was a time when all I wanted Was my ice cream colder and a little cream soda, oh well, oh well And a wooden box in an alley full of rocks Was all I had to care about, oh well, oh well, oh well
Now my mind is filled with rubber tires, and forest fires And whether I'm a liar, and lots of other situations where I don't know what to do At which time God screams to me "There's nothing left for me to tell you." Nothing left for me to tell you Nothing left Oh well, oh well, oh well Oh well Oh well, oh well, oh well Oh well
Writer/s: JACK WHITE
Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
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"Abracadabra" was inspired by Diana Ross and The Supremes. Steve Miller first met the girl group when they performed together on NBC's Hullabaloo in 1966, and he wrote the lyrics after spotting Diana Ross skiing in the mountains years later.