With hands in a pockets and low economy
I went down to a friend who’s saner than me
He’s in his 50’s and he throws that back to me
While drinking the schnapps and smokin’ the weed

So don’t follow me I have no plan
Can’t buy you gifts I lost my job
And flat tire is on my bike
It’s long ride back to your heart

He’s probably the sweetest guy you’ll ever meet
And I’ll be his roommate and we’ve already picked the most silliest name
For the band we’re starting just to fill our time
Between watching the shows and playing Sudoku

So don’t follow me I have no plan
Can’t buy you gifts I lost my job
And flat tire is on my bike
It’s long ride back to your heart