There's a ticket in your windshield And the price keeps adding up There's an LP in your turntable Another place to house the dust There's a song for almost everything And you've heard every single one I know the chords are nearly perfect One more spin could kill the fun So you change routines and mix it up Take a class and buy some new shoes Yeah you stop the tape and wind it up Start it back up from the top In the summer, Sun is shining Sweat is dripping off your brow The air is stagnant, you are wheezing Drawing breaths through lips that frown And in the winter you are freezing The snow looks ugly on the ground So to the Sun you may start praying Begging for that ice will melt So you change the scene, you'll fix it up Nothing could go wrong now Lay and wait, something's still wrong I must need a brand new house