(Spencer P. Jones) Someone tell me what I did so wrong To make me feel so lousy for so long I keep my muscles caged inside my arm As I ride out of the calm into the storm I get to thinking about it I guess its fate But the day is long and the road is winding round I missed the sign to find another town An empty tank of gas is all I found And the time seems right for putting my foot down I get to thinking about it I guess its fate But my friends have gone My moneys blown I made a big mistake The night is coming out again I'm stepping on the brakes Please show me the way back home I'm ready for that now I've used up all my good luck anyhow Someone tell me what I did so wrong And why I can not find my way back home Now the dust has cleared I'm standing all alone I cannot find a place to call my own I've been thinking about it I caused it myself