I asked God for a good job. He put me on a plane. All of the people that I love, The people that I'm from, Are far away. I've been packing dirty clothes, Sleeping in my coat, Eating in the car, Living in a bar. Goodness, ain't that the way? I asked God for a good man. But I forgot to say, "I wanna see him every day." I try to remember that Goose Poop Pond, Even with a swinging rope, Is never as fresh as you hope. The neighbor baby in the mud, Getting dirty in the sun, The washing on a wire, Potatoes in a tire — Goodness, ain't that the way? If you got honey in your mug, Liquor in your cupboard, Water on the stove, sugar on the phone, Goodness, ain't that the way? You're on your own. You're on the way home. New Ry Cooder on the radio. You're cooking for one, Watching an old video. And here in the distance, Here in the miss you, Fonder and fonder and fonder I grow.