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
I know 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

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 will melt

So you change the scene, you'll fix it up
Nothing could go wrong now
Lay and wait, something's still wrong
I must need a brand new house