I painted your house
To pretty up the town
And I-
Know what it's like
When we're caught between a crowd

I know you feel alone
Perhaps its time we grow
Get out on your own
To build a better home? Rome?  [bad word]  head for the hills
And bundle up the kids
We're planning a plot
And praying that our luck
Gets better

I'm piling up my plates
Counting what I've ate
Cuz I've got places to go
And I need to fit my clothes

I'm grabbing at straws
And bringing you a long.
Time can't tell its tale
And I, only half as well

As long as I'm this far
My face won't play the part
Or fit in to the mold
To do what I've been told

I painted your house
To pretty up the town
I try to be good
But all I do is wrong 

I know you feel alone
Perhaps its time we grow
And get out on your own
Build a better Rome(?)

I've been on the road
trying to make a start
and all my pretty things
they just fall apart
but now [bad word] home
And bringing my guitar
I'm..... (?)
It's nothing that I want