I Painted Your House

I painted your house

To pretty up the town

I know what it's like

When we're caught between a crowd

I know you feel alone

Perhaps it's time we grow

Get out on your own

To build a better Rome

Run, head for the hills

And bundle up the kids

We're planning a plot

And praying that our luck

Gets better

I'm piling up my plates

Counting what I've ate

Because I've got places to go

And I need to fit my clothes

I'm grabbing at straws

And bringing you along

Time can tell its tales

And I only half as well

As long as I'm this far

My face won't play the part

Or fit into the mold

To do what I've been told

I painted your house

To pretty up the town

I try to be good

But all I do is wrong

I know you feel alone

Perhaps it's time we grow

And get out on your own

Build a better Rome

I've been on the road

Trying to make a start

And all my pretty things

They just fall apart

But now I'm coming home

And bringing my guitar

I let slip a god

It's nothing that I want