Lyrics

ou're packin' up your bags
You're leavin' again.
You could never settle down.
You could never quite fit in.

You've been sleepin' on my couch
For the last couple of months,
But it's off to Oklahoma
And you swear you'll stay in touch.

But you never call,
No you never ever call me.
No you never ever call,
No you never ever call me.

You got a little drinkin' habit,
And you smoke two packs a day.
But you swear if you don't have it
You will lose your sanity.

There's an arrow on your finger,
And there's a woman you love;
But she doesn't love you back,
And she lives up in Canada.

So if you're gonna go,
If you're gonna go,
Go ahead.
But I'm tellin' you right now
That it ain't worth it. Oh.

You left a jacket and a couple of
your records behind.
I hope you took my advice
'Cause you sure took up my time.

So now you're on the road,
Now you're on the road
Heading West.
You can never make up your mind,
So you decide to forget
That nothing will ever change,
Just the faces and the names;
But you will still hate any place
That you live.

But something's tellin' me
That you'll be back again.
Still sick of people
and tired of living.

But if I make your bed
Then you will make the tea.
And when you pick up your guitar,
Then you will sing.

Ah, this is gettin' old,
This is gettin' old,
Honestly.
After 20 Something years
You'd think I'd learn
To stand on my feet.

But I keep falling down,
And I am so worn out.
I just don't know
What I should believe.