歌词
I've been watching the thinker twist and tinker
They're making reality a nightmare
It's just a stale repetition of the same old stories
Some days I think about getting a nine to five and a mountain house down the line
Some days I think about being a model in the nude if I wasn't so shy
Some days I wonder if I had a kid, would they be a dead ringer
And other days I think about taking my brother's name and being a country singer
I sing John Prine better in the morning
And I dance better at night
I end up further from the truth the harder that I try
Ain't it funny, ain't it cruel
Some days I feel like a robot vacuum trapped beneath the table at the bedside
Some days I feel like crying when I sit in the spot where my dad and my dog both died
Some days I wonder if it would change the world, would I give up on my dreams
And most days I just don't know who I want to be
I sing John Prine better in the morning
And I dance better at night
I end up further from the truth the harder that I try
Some things just get easier when the time is right
Ain't it funny, ain't it cruel
I sing John Prine better in the morning
I sure dance better at night
I end up further from the truth the harder that I try
Some things just get easier when the time is right
Ain't it funny, ain't it cruel