歌词
There's only bills in the mail
Dishes piled high in the sink
There's nothing in the refrigerator
Just a ketchup and a stink
I'm always running up a beer tab
I should be running with Gus my dog
Why does it always fall to pieces?
I wish it fit like Lincoln Logs
It's a long way home from nowhere
But such a short drive to alone
It's a long haul up the mountain
But such a quick fall to the ground (to the ground)
I wish it was all just flowers and roses
Not let's nip it in the bud
You thought I had me a green thumb
My truck is stuck in this red mud
I reach into my faded pocket
Where my wallet used to be
I hear the coins go jingle jangle
A quarter, a dime, and my car key
It's a long way home from nowhere
But a short drive to alone
It's a long haul up the mountain
But such a quick fall to the ground
Instrumental
I got no wind in my sails
Windshield wipers won't wipe clean
Your salty tears before you're leaving
Won't wash away my memories
It's a long way home from nowhere
But such a short drive to alone
It's a long haul up the mountain
But such a quick fall to the floor (to the floor)
I got only bills in the mail
Dishes piled high in the sink
There's a cup of coffee on the counter
There's nothin' in the fridge