Vārdi: Shawn Colvin. Fat City. Monopoly.

I don't know what else to do
I would rather do anything
Than write this song for you
And perpetuate this thing

In my head, in my living room
With the usual arsenal
Of broken chords and rusty strings
To surrender all

And I don't like to be so weak
Retreating behind these lines
And the same old tongue-in-cheek
Regretting that both are mine

And I don't like to live this way
This is really true
But I know better than to pray now
About what I just have to learn to do

But imagine the nerve of God
Letting me let you in
And I thought I could let you go in grace
I've gotta think again

Because right now I would be bought and sold
To see your face somewhere
I would sell your sweet, sweet soul
Just to touch your crazy black gold hair

Well I don't care what's really real
And I was someone that you'd heard of
I saw Heaven in your eyes
And we made a deal that's what I know of love

Music, it never goes
But I told you I hate that shit
When people say "Well you know"
You got a song out of it

But I don't know what else to do
I would rather be anywhere
Than here without you