I've been leaving this house every morning
I've been leaving this house all my life
I've been drowning to death without warning
While my children go under the knife
Sometimes the rain comes up to your middle
Sometimes it comes up to your head
You can cover your chest up with medals
But there's only so many ways this can end
I'm waiting for something to kick in
I'm sleeping where I take a seat
I've been drinking with pigs and with chickens
While someone throws food at my feet
There's a girl who's sending me signals
And I think that I could be her friend
But you can't take your foot off those pedals
And there's only so many ways that can end
I'm watching what's crossing the border
I'm looking for something not right
I know that there's nothing I ordered
There's nothing I need here tonight
Sometimes the sun gets bright in the morning
And I fall asleep now and again
I can't do the work of a dozen white shirts
There's only so many ways this can end