I never lived anywhere
I didn't mind leaving
I never knew anyplace
I didn't want to go
Short on the giving
Long on receiving
I never knew anything
I didn't want to know
I liked the towns
I liked the people
But the brown bugs in my bed
I could have done without
I liked the taconite
Slate roofs and steeples
A few crucial details
Of my whereabouts
Don't think you should hesitate
Nothing comes to those who wait
Once I heard a saint's complaint, he said
"Good things come to those who ain't"
"Who ain't"
So I moved west
To where your weather comes from
Or where your weather goes
When it's done with you
I've got a place here
I've got a family
More to love, more to feel, more to do
And more to lose
So, I've got a taste
Of what I've been missing
There's hardly anywhere
I really want to go
There's more to give
More room to breath in
I hardly see anyone
That I don't want to know
Don't think you should hesitate
Nothing comes to those who wait
Once I heard a saint's complaint, he said
"Good things come to those who ain't"
Don't think you should hesitate