I got enough on my mind that when she pulls me by the hair
She hasn't much to hold on to
She keeping count on her hand; one, two, three days
That I been sleeping on my side
I finished kissing my death, so now I head back up the steps
Thinking about where I've been, I mean the sun was never like this
I wanna feel with the season; I guess it makes sense
Cause my life's become as vapid as a night out in Los Angeles
And I just want to stay in bed
And hold you like I used to
You know that I am home, so darling if you love me
Would you let me know...
Or go on, go on, go on, if you were thinking that the worst is yet to come
Why and I the one always packing up my stuff
For once, for once, for once, I get the feeling that I'm right where I belong
Why am I the one always packing up my stuff
She got enough on her mind, that she feel no sorrow
I let my faith fill the air, so now she rollin' down the window
Never been one to hold on but I need a last breath
So I ask if she remembers when, she used to come and visit me
We were fools to think that nothing could go wrong
Go on, go on, go on, if you were thinking that the worst is yet to come
Why am I the one always packing up my stuff
For once, for once, for once, I get the feeling that I'm right where I belong
Why am I the one always packing up my stuff
I think I kinda like it but I might've had too much
I'll move back down to this western town
When they find me out make no mistake about it
I'll move back down to this western town
When they find me out make no mistake about it
(I'll move back down to this western town)
Go on, go on, go on, if you were thinking that the worst is yet to come
Why am I the one always packing up stuff
Go on, go on, go on, if you were thinking that the worst is yet to come
Why am I the one always packing up stuff
For once, for once, for once, I get the feeling that I'm right where I belong
Why am I the one always packing up my stuff
I think I kinda like it but I might've had too much
I'll move back down...
