nearly perfect

there's a ticket in your windshield

and the price keeps adding up

there's an lp in your turntable

another place to house the dust

there's a song for almost everything

and you've heard every single one

and all the chords are nearly perfect

one more spin could kill the fun

so you

change routines and mix it up

take a class and buy some new shoes

yeah you

stop the tape and wind it up

start it back up from the top

oh-oh-oh-oh

in the summer sun is shining

sweat is dripping off your brow

the air is stagnant

you are wheezing

drawing breaths through lips that frown

and in the winter you are freezing

the snow looks ugly on the ground

so to the sun you may start praying

begging for that ice to melt

so you

change the scene

don't fix it up

nothing else could go wrong now

lay in wait

something's still wrong

on the scene of a brand new house

oh-oh-oh-oh