I lived in the country where the dead wood aches In a house made of stone and a thousand mistakes Where the glory of morning got crushed by the burden of day I went down to the seaside and it was light and easy But it was salt in my wounds man I won't ever be free Though alone on a beach getting drunk ain't a bad way to be But I don't ever want to change It would all be so much easier if you didn't have to change I ran a store for six months Took a match one night Left concern impaled on a receipt spike And all hope petering on a leaky roof And an electric heater up in the back of the room Well the assessor came came early to walk the ashes Showing high spirits wouldn't help my chances I got the money in a week and for a while there everything was fine See your doctor take the cure and then you got it made But the vertigo is telling me to stay away In two weeks flat I seen the Zoloft put my baby in the grave I don't ever want to change I don't ever want to change I know my limits well Seems they're never that far away