It Kills

What you gonna do?
 I don't know, my friend
 But I'm open to suggestion if you'll proffer two cents
 Give me something I can hang my coat on, yeah!
 Nine times out of ten
 I'm not the guidance type
 I've been sitting on a fencepost for the brunt of my life
 And now I need some help to find out what I feel, it kills
 It kills the time
 Until you fill your heart, you'll see
 There's more to you than what you think and need
 Where you gonna go?
 I don't know, my friend
 But I'll take this road forever or until it does end
 Here or there or someplace else, man, anywhere!
 Maybe to the west
 Where they don't fall down
 In a canyon of a valley in a twenty-horse town
 A voluntary rest home where they lecture you, it kills
 It kills the time
 Until you fill your heart, you'll see
 there's more to you than what you think and need
 We can share our bland opinions
 About the quality of air
 and all will be right
 All will be right on top
 There's a place in old dominion
 Near that courthouse by the square
 Where all will be right
 All will be right on top of the day