| I lived in the country where the dead wood aches
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| In a house made of stone and a thousand mistakes
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| Where the glory of morning got crushed by the burden of day
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| I went down to the seaside and it was light and easy
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| But it was salt in my wounds man I won’t ever be free
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| Though alone on a beach getting drunk ain’t a bad way to be
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| But I don’t ever want to change
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| It would all be so much easier if you didn’t have to change
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| I ran a store for six months
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| Took a match one night
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| Left concern impaled on a receipt spike
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| And all hope petering on a leaky roof
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| And an electric heater up in the back of the room
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| Well the assessor came came early to walk the ashes
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| Showing high spirits wouldn’t help my chances
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| I got the money in a week and for a while there everything was fine
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| See your doctor take the cure and then you got it made
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| But the vertigo is telling me to stay away
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| In two weeks flat I seen the Zoloft put my baby in the grave
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| I don’t ever want to change
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| I don’t ever want to change
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| I know my limits well
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| Seems they’re never that far away |