(Chapin Hartford)

(Track 10 - Time 3:46)



This thing don't fit me

This thing between you and me can't be love

'Cause this thing is killing me

It's been pinching and pulling

Till it feels like I've been poured into my little sister's blue jeans

And somebody's too-tight brand new high-heeled shoes



I'm gonna slip away from you babe

And the hurtin' things you do

I'm gonna slip into something a little more comfortable



I'm tired of the fire

It's this burning churning all comsuming ache

I can't take

I'm gonna find me a simple man

I'm gonna jump out of this frying pan

I'm gonna cool off in somebody's down-home downright comfortable love



I'm gonna slip away from you babe

And the hurtin' things you do

I'm gonna slip into something a little more comfortable



'Cause I don't believe love has to be

Like a prison

I may not know what love is

But I know what it isn't



I'm gonna slip away from you babe

And the hurtin' things you do

I'm gonna slip into something a little more comfortable

I'm gonna slip into something a little more comfortable