What am I supposed to do?
Just drive around the fair grounds
Another time or two
Where am I gonna go
When the girl behind the counter
At the coffee shop gets tired of me hanging roun'
With nothing left to say, trying to get away
I'm bored out of my mind
I've changed all the light bulbs
And had this conversation
About three million times or more
I guess I'll walk around the grocery store
Again
Oh, this don't feel like heaven
It's just survivin'
I ain't going nowhere
I'm just drivin'
I know that you're upstairs
And I'm down here watching television
Trying to make some sense
Out the way it feels to be so close to you
And feel so far away
I wish you'd go to bed
Without the expectation
That I'll come up there and say something
To help you feel like things aren't such a mess
I'll just sweep the floors
and clean the desk
Put up the dishes
And then fold some clothes I guess
Oh, this don't feel like heaven
It's just survivin'
I ain't going nowhere
I'm just drivin'