Oh, the places you'll go

I am always curious as to where roads go, and when I have the opportunity, I follow my curiosity, taking arbitrary rights and lefts, mentally taking notes of where I've gone so that I have some hope of getting home, lest I don't find something familiar.
Today, when I got off of work, I was all set to run errands and run into Princeton for a coffee and a bite to eat. I almost got there, but I got the urge to turn around and head off the Washington Crossing park on the river, from where I walked over the bridge to the Pennsylvania side. I walked past the Inn and the small strip mall, and I saw an intersection off in the distance, and that's when my curiosity hit me.
I walked back across to get my car and drove to the intersection, which turned out to be 532 and 32. I kinda know 32, but don't know the other, so that's where I went. I drove along this road for several miles, until 532 veered off to the left and another to the right. I drove past the intersection, but then promptly turned around, for reasons I don't understand, in the parking lot of a church so that I could take this new direction.
I missed the number, so now I was really clueless as to where I was. I didn't care. You're only lost if you accept it. I love this area of Pennsylvania, as it's all farm land and gently rolling hills. I could really love it there.
I did eventually get to an intersection of a street I've heard of before, 413. I knew that 413 would eventually take me to 202, and familiar environs thereafter.
I got to see something new and experience a nice sense of freedom that roads and a wandering spirit offer. That's always cool.
I've heard this song so many times, but the lyrics only really hit me today:
Evaporated
Ben Folds Five

What I've kept with me
And what I've thrown away
And where the hell I've ended up
On this glary random day
Were the things I've really cared about
Just left along the way
For being too pent up and proud

Woke up way too late
Feeling hungover and old
And the sun was shining bright
And I walked barefoot down the road
Started thinking about my old man
Want to get into a car and go anywhere

Here I stand, sad and free
I can't cry, I can't see
What I've done
God, what have I done

Don't you know I'm numb, man?
I can't feel a thing at all
Now it's all smiles and business these days
I'm indifferent to the loss
I have faith that there's a soul somewhere
That's leading me around
I wonder if she knows
Which way is up and which is down

I poured my heart out
I poured my heart out
It evaporated ... see?

Blind man at a canyon's edge
Of a panoramic scene
Or maybe I'm a kite that's flying high and random
Dangling a string
Or slumped over in a vacant room
Head on a stranger's knee
I'm sure back home they think I've lost my mind