So once in a while
we'll walk a country mile
just to see how far it goes
but the quiet makes her tired
and the fresh air makes me sick
so we turn around, walk on back
just about as quick as you can say,
"I wish you had never gone away."
Because you hardly come around
and when you do you're all mixed up
and I've got it bad.
Get me drunk
sit me down
talk to me in circles
until the whole room spins 'round
but you still move too slow
and I go way too fast
and it sounds like a pairing
that sure won't ever last
so for me, won't you find the fastest way out of my head please?
Because you hardly come around
and when you do you're all mixed up
and I've got it bad.
Remember when you played an organ in the corner?
And I kept time on the floor?
But it sounded like the gospel and you don't believe in that no more?
So the keys collect dust, reminding you of us?
And you got on the next rain and you rode it into the sun?
Well since then church songs make me feel about as bad as the day is long.
Because you hardly come around
and when you do you're all mixed up
and I've got it bad.