Из альбома: Rebels on the Run
I don't rush right out when that whistle blows
I've got nowhere to go
It's not like supper's gonna be waitin' there
Sittin' on the stove
I think I'll take the long way home
If I'm in a traffic jam
At least I ain't alone
In my two bedroom house
On a half-acre lot
Where I keep the grass cut
and I keep the door unlocked
Work two of a kind
This old bed frame and me ?? (not sure?)
And just like this old house
I'm empty
Ain't nothin' left, but some little hope
Where the pictures hung
Might as well accept she ain't comin' back
I oughta move on
It shouldn't be this hard to do
It don't feel much like livin'
sittin'alone here in this living room
In my two bedroom house
On a half-acre lot
Where I keep the grass cut
and I keep the door unlocked
Work two of a kind
This old bed frame and me ?? (not sure?)
And just like this old house
I'm empty
Work two of a kind
This old bed frame and me ?? (not sure?)
'Cause just like this old house
Yeah, just like this old house
I'm empty
Yeah, baby I'm empty