Same Old

Every morning same old sun comes up
 Same old coffee, same old coffee cup
 Same old suit, shoes on my feet
 Same old mirror sees through me
 Same old songs, static on the radio
 I sing along, but I'm tired of how they go
 Down the same road to work everyday
 I'm getting lost, I'm coming in late
 I'm ready to quit
 I want to sell the house
 Hit the road 'til the road runs out
 I've been thinking it through, think it now
 Friday night, same old bar and grill
 Same old beers, drink our dollar bills
 Every weekend, same, short and sweet
 Same old hours give up on me
 We've been walking around the same old blocks
 Where the neighbors walk the same old dogs
 Same old house, same old stuff
 I don't know how to clean it up
 I'm ready to quit
 I want to sell the house
 Hit the road 'til the road runs out
 I've been thinking it through, think it now
 Same old me, same old you
 Same elephant in the same old room
 I'm ready to quit
 I want to sell the house
 Hit the road 'til the road runs out
 I've been thinking it through, think it now