What You Decide

On the way home from Splitsville
 In an hour you'll be heading Portland bound
 Got me feeling next to nothing
 'Cause what you're saying it just ain't right
 You'd make a damn good flight attendant
 Metal birds they fly above
 They say nothing is constant
 Except that change comes
 I'll be waiting in line for what you decide
 Doesn't help I quit the paper
 I get along on a shot and a one and done
 Thought I'd told you on our first night
 I'd told you then I just ain't right
 On a bender on a Thursday
 With my friends I plead the 5th
 With a drink and stiff upper lip
 I wonder where tomorrow comes
 I'll be waiting in line for what you decide
 You can help me Santa Anna help me forget
 Cause I got so much work to do on my left
 Get me off of this medicine
 I told you now I just ain't right
 I just ain't right
 I'll be waiting in line for what you decide