I've been down this road before A path I said no more But then I'm back again Not once, but twice I made this choice And often would rejoice My aims in bedlam My corduroys are stained With this morning's coffee Babe, don't complain She'll say Must this end awfully Soon, so soon I've been down this road before My inner civil war Time and again I swore My corduroys are stained With this morning's coffee Babe, don't complain She'll say Must this end awfully My corduroys are stained With this morning's coffee Babe, don't complain She'll say Must this end awfully Soon, so soon Oh so soon So soon