Constantly you're living with me
Not counting on my leading the way
I want you to know that stereo sounds much better
Sharing this house has been bitter at times
Like the first frost morning of fall
Or the pre-dawn chill of a wind that will mean winter
I am a tag-a-long son and a sinner that runs
From not backing up what I say
To this lonely saloon with a halfhearted tune about changing
You see I got knocked down and had to let go
Of a room locked deep in my past
But living with you has been simple and true to the present
Tearfully I said good-bye
To the junk man's flat
Knowing that a brand new house can still be cluttered
You tell me over and over again
That like each day you will be there
So why would I leave on promises from others
Now I can say that all of my days
Are spent in love over you
My household word that doubles as a swordsman
Like a fresh breeze rushing you're opening halls
Filled with warm stale air
You never once pushed and I think that's the reason I'm staying
Too many people are writing down songs
In houses that crumble and fall
The poet dies-hard and I want you to explain it
I'm like a cheap wine foaming and want to be pure
But vintage doesn't come without time
I'm looking to you to teach me with each pa**ing minute