[ Featuring Townie, Joe Abbott ]
They say don't eat any fruit if it's out of season
And don't try loving no one unless you've got a damn good reason
Don't say a word unless you've thought about it
And don't go buying nothing if you can't live without it
I'm out of tune, out of time
I'm out of love, I'm out of wine
I'm out of luck, babe, I'm out of touch
And I'm tired of wanting so much
I left my job just to get away
But I'll need one if I ever want to have a wife someday
Trouble and misery ain't too far behind
If they catch me it'll be my own damn fault
I'm out of tune, out of time
I'm out of love, I'm out of wine
I'm out of luck, babe, I'm out of touch
And I'm tired of wanting so much
I can't do nothing that ain't no good
But I'd give it a shot if I thought I could
I have every kind of alibi
They tell the truth but I wish they'd lie
I'm out of tune, out of time
I'm out of love, I'm out of wine
I'm out of luck, babe, I'm out of touch
And I'm tired of wanting so much