Living Room Floor

Woke up nearly six 'o clock It was our last day in Vermont One of us was still missing Staying at Tommy's place Doing nothing but playing for no pay And anybody who wanted to listen Tommy had a buddy had turned 21 At midnight just a couple hours before And I looked to my left, seen him wake up laughing On a blanket, on some bullshit All alone on the living room floor On the living room floor And I keep a portrait in my pocket Of myself the year I got stung By that silly man, woah You could see the fire in my eyes When he fired off to no surprise He didn't come to give a damn And the bottle of merlot fell over When he got up to go And finally slammed the door Wait, what have we got left? Seen it come up easy Blood and baking soda Scrubbing on my rug on the living room floor On the living room floor On the living room floor And I am in my own lane I will not let myself down I am in my own place I am my own house And I am in my own lane I will not let myself down I am in my own place I am my own house I am in my own lane I will not let myself down And sing it, I am in my own place I am my own house I am in my own lane I will not let myself down I am in my own place I am my own house Yes, indeed I am And when my old man come to visit He said, "Is it ever tough to look back? Does it get too loud?" Woah, ah "Do you ever wish You could have done them things you never done? "Are you sentimental mama, are you proud?" Woah, oh "And you didn't have to order out for me I know it's something that you can't afford Have you got any left?" Tell him babe, I made this with my own hands Ain't it something, sitting cross-legged 'Cause we haven't got a table yet, oh Saving up, gonna get a few chairs, get a whole set And I got my bed and my closet and a living room floor Woah, I got a living room floor And I got it deep down in my soul