Won't Be Home - Old 97's

You’re a bottle-cap away, from pushing me too far

Well the problem’s getting big and its a compact car

So I won’t feel so bad, I did all I could do

Now I’m on wounded knee and we’re at waterloo

So Please get out, of my car

I was born in the backseat of a mustang

On a cold night in a hard rain

And the very first song that the radio sang

Was 'I Won’t Be Home No More.'

You’re a rattle-trap tonight, my ears are getting tired

So listen for awhile, before this thing expired

It was bound to fail because of where I’m from

Now the moon’s at four o’clock and It’s high time kingdome come

So please get out, of my car

:Repeat Chorus 2x's:

I’m pulling off the road, I’m opening the door

I’m giving you the pavement, I’m telling you what for

You’re no more than a thought

And you’re getting smaller in my rearview mirror

Yeah, you’re getting smaller in my rearview mirror

Yeah, you’re getting smaller

:Repeat Chorus until it fades: