Where She Told Me To Go

Muddy water coming out of the sink in there
Dirty sheets up on the bed
I can't get no picture on the TV screen
I can't stand the ones up in my head
I got the air turned down to very cold
But it ain't doing a bit of good
It ain't like there was a first resort
In this last chance for gas neighborhood

I was looking for freedom
I was looking for a good time
I was looking for a little space
A little place that was mine all mine
I was going with my change of heart
And wanted no part of forever
I was looking for a blessing
When I said baby, it's all for the better
Yeah what do you know, I think I wound up
Where she told me to go

Of all the places man, I broke down here
Shade tree mechanic told me, son
I can't get no parts for this here make in here
But don't worry boy, I'll get it done
Meanwhile I need to be back with her yesterday
Clock in this town don't seem to care
I'm finding fast this God forsaken place
Is at least two weeks from everywhere

I was looking for a good time
I was looking for a little space
A little place, some peace of mind
I was going with my change of heart
Wanted no part of forever
I was looking for a blessing
When I said baby, it's all for the better
Yeah what do you know, I think I wound up
Where she told me to go

This place ain't on no map
But how was I to know
It's everywhere that she ain't at
How did she know that I'd wind up
Where she told me to go

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