You took a job that is an hour drive each way
Building giant homes that all look alike
It pays the bills sure, but what else does it return
And is it worth all of the life you're giving up
The house will be there with the burden of a plan
And thirty years until you finally pay it off
The thought remains that you'd be better off this way
But does someday an earnest ever show up
Tough questions
It's hard to say...
I bought a car and drove it ninety miles away
So I could be all by my fucking self
I took a job (ah!) laying shingles down outside
Taking breaks and watching clouds rolling by
Now fifteen years are gone and nothing else has changed
Except the day and how I choose to fill it up
Now I am safe and totally out of the way
But is it worth all of the life that I gave up?
Tough questions
It's hard to say... woo!
