what do i care?

i'll clean up to make things look their very best

to feel my worst

what's inside is no longer mine to destroy

but all the same

on each new sunday



i'll be repaid

again with memories of trailer park gravel streets

evenings, alone in a new home

sunlight shinning through the front window

tree people on my radio



listen closely

i've got absolutely nothing to

say to you

that you think you already new

grow old and uninspired

floor'll crumble if you get tired

don't grow old and unispired

floor'll crumble if you get tired



i'm losing the steam