I Painted Your House

I painted your house To pretty up the town And I- Know what it's like When we're caught between a crowd I know you feel alone Perhaps its time we grow Get out on your own To build a better home? Rome? Run, head for the hills And bundle up the kids We're planning a plot And praying that our luck Gets better I'm piling up my plates Counting what I've ate Cuz I've got places to go And I need to fit my clothes I'm grabbing at straws And bringing you a long. Time can't tell its tale And I, only half as well As long as I'm this far My face won't play the part Or fit in to the mold To do what I've been told I painted your house To pretty up the town I try to be good But all I do is wrong I know you feel alone Perhaps its time we grow And get out on your own Build a better Rome(?) I've been on the road Trying to make a start And all my pretty things They just fall apart But now I'm coming home And bringing my guitar I'm... (?) It's nothing that I want