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