Whereabouts Unknown

I don't feel well, it's this old damned cold
 it won't leave me alone, let me be
 But it's not just that it's everything
 Gotta force myself, gotta force myself to sleep
 Write it down, write it down, write it down
 Tell it in a story of the pioneers
 Not the hunters lookin' for their souvenirs.
 Sing me something, make it sound so sweet
 Tell the whole wide world, make them all believe
 Don't you believe we're spinning right now
 You speak, I hear, we learn somehow
 Lines divide, oceans are wide, we come and we go
 On a painted road, miles behind.
 Ain't no particular end to this story
 In no particular way was it told
 No preconceived moments of glory
 It just came as it came
 Whereabouts unknown ...