Postcard

Wake up in the grid In the house where your parents lived Postcard on the fridge But I never even looked at it Seemed like a long way off From nothing At least you were somewhere I wasn't This is This is where we live This is Where we live Nothing we can do about it Nothing we can do about it Nothing we can do about it God moves the traffic along Put me on the milk carton Watch me blow across the lawn You said my life's a narrow one But maybe it's the one I want? We don't choose the place we start Have fun wherеver you are I know it's not that far This is This is wherе we live This is Where we live Nothing we can do about it Nothing we can do about it Nothing we can do about it Nothing we can do about it Nothing we can do about it Nothing we can do about it This is where we live