Wrong turn

On the journey that you take from womb to worm
You're silently pushed into each wrong turn
What gives?

I found a bar filled up with ancient Chinese sages
All playing bingo, pinball
Could've stayed for ages
In there
In there

For I belong with them
I wish I'd have met them sooner
Although I'm alien
And over thirty years their junior

But it's not me to make like a chandelier
So I folded up my map and drained my beer
I'm gone
I'm gone