Ain’t goin’ nice,
Seven days a week,
Gotta find me a house,
With a garden by the sea,
I’ve been goin’ round in circles,
In this dirty, mean old town,
Every Tom, Dick and Harry,
Keep tryna bring me down.
I’ve been livin’ here in limbo,
Since you stormed right out the door,
And I really can’t remember,
What we were fighting for.
And all those days filled with uncertainty,
Every day that’s brought bad news,
I don’t know what’s gonna become of me,
Blowing smoke up at the moon.
It’s such a strange situation,
But I guess you had a plan,
Is it sure emancipation,
‘Cause I just don’t understand.
Whatever were you thinkin’,
When you stormed right out the door,
I gave everything I had,
But you just wanna go.
But all those days filled with uncertainty,
Every day that’s brought bad news,
I don’t know what’s gonna become of me,
Blowing smoke up at the moon.