Intro:
I painted your house
To pretty up the town
And I-
Know what it s like
When we re caught between a crowd
I know you feel alone
Perhaps its time we grow
Get out on your own
To build a better home?
Run, head for the hills
And bundle up the kids
We re planning a plot
And praying that our luck
Gets better
I m piling up my plates
Counting what I ve ate
Cuz I ve got places to go
And I need to fit my clothes
I m grabbing at straws
And bringing you along.
Time can t tell its tale
And I, only half as well
As long as I m this far
My face won t play the part
Or fit in to the mold
To do what I ve been told
I painted your house
To pretty up the town
I try to be good
But all I do is wrong
I know you feel alone
Perhaps its time we grow
And get out on your own
Build a better Rome(?)
I ve been on the road
trying to make a start
and all my pretty things
they just fall apart
but now I m coming home
And bringing my guitar
I m..... (?)
It s nothing that I want