Every morning same old sun comes up
Same old coffee, same old coffee cup
Same old suit, shoes on my feet
Same old mirror sees through me
Same old songs, static on the radio
I sing along, but I'm tired of how they go
Down the same road to work everyday
I'm getting lost, I'm coming in late
I'm ready to quit
I want to sell the house
Hit the road 'til the road runs out
I've been thinking it through, think it now
Friday night, same old bar and grill
Same old beers, drink our dollar bills
Every weekend, same, short and sweet
Same old hours give up on me
We've been walking around the same old blocks
Where the neighbors walk the same old dogs
Same old house, same old stuff
I don't know how to clean it up
I'm ready to quit
I want to sell the house
Hit the road 'til the road runs out
I've been thinking it through, think it now
Same old me, same old you
Same elephant in the same old room
I'm ready to quit
I want to sell the house
Hit the road 'til the road runs out
I've been thinking it through, think it now