Won't have you see me as your sad sack,
Lost my something and I can't get it back,
Or a kill on your trophy rack,
I checked my schedule now my train is rolling down the track,
Past the sadness of the salt flats,
To the prospect of the land fat,
Or just a lazy orange house cat
On the sofa where I'll be put up.

You've been the hole in my sky, you're my shrinking water supply
Before my [bad word] dry
I'm going round round round the bend;
Fill it up again

I'd like to say that it was clear to me,
Love triangle geometry.
But in the end it's still a mystery,
The placement of affection and the disarray.
I gathered up the courage that it took,
Made that bed, I took one last look,
And you could hear the pages flapping 
in the wind blown book of my days, my days...

You've been the hole in my sky, you're my shrinking water supply
Before my [bad word] dry
I'm going round round round the bend;
Fill it up again

One tank gone, second thoughts are on my mind...
Like 'what's this trip gonna cost me this time?'
The devil I know is starting to look awfully kind,
But the new road is an old friend...

I'll fill it up again.