Same Old

Every morning same old sun comes up Same old coffee, same old coffee cup Same old suit, shoes on my feet Same old mirror sees through me Same old songs, static on the radio I sing along, but I'm tired of how they go Down the same road to work everyday I'm getting lost, I'm coming in late I'm ready to quit I want to sell the house Hit the road 'til the road runs out I've been thinking it through, think it now Friday night, same old bar and grill Same old beers, drink our dollar bills Every weekend, same, short and sweet Same old hours give up on me We've been walking around the same old blocks Where the neighbors walk the same old dogs Same old house, same old stuff I don't know how to clean it up I'm ready to quit I want to sell the house Hit the road 'til the road runs out I've been thinking it through, think it now Same old me, same old you Same elephant in the same old room I'm ready to quit I want to sell the house Hit the road 'til the road runs out I've been thinking it through, think it now