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