There's a ticket in your windshield And the price keeps adding up There's an LP in your turntable Another place to house the dust There's a song for almost everything And you've heard every single one I know the chords are nearly perfect One more spin could kill the fun So you change routines and mix it up Take a class and buy some new shoes Yeah you stop the tape and wind it up Start it back up from the top, oh When the summer sun is shining Sweat is dripping off your breath The air is stagnant, you are wheezing Drawing breaths to lips that frown And in the winter you are freezing The sun looks ugly on the ground So to the sun you may start praying Begging for that ice to melt So you change the scene, you'll fix it up Nothing else could go wrong now Lay and wait, something's still wrong I must need a brand new house, oh