Nothing is where I want it to be
She's in the kitchen and I'm watching TV
Four rooms for a family
Ain't enough room for me to be me
We all have our own desires
And we all struggle with our own fate
We all leave with worn out tires
And we all end up arriving late
There comes a time when
We must decide where this ends
People see me
Picking fights with the wind
I know more than you think
So give me some time to think
I know more than you think
So give me some time to drink you away
Nothing is where I want it to be
She's in the kitchen and I'm watching TV
Four rooms for a family
Ain't enough room for me to be me