Postcard

Wake up in the grid

In the house where your parents lived

Postcard on the fridge

But I never even looked at it

Seemed like a long way off

From nothing

At least you were somewhere

I wasn't

This is

This is where we live

This is

Where we live

Nothing we can do about it

Nothing we can do about it

Nothing we can do about it

God moves the traffic along

Put me on the milk carton

Watch me blow across the lawn

You said my life's a narrow one

But maybe it's the one I want?

We don't choose the place we start

Have fun wherеver you are

I know it's not that far

This is

This is wherе we live

This is

Where we live

Nothing we can do about it

Nothing we can do about it

Nothing we can do about it

Nothing we can do about it

Nothing we can do about it

Nothing we can do about it

This is where we live