You belong among the wildflowers You belong in a boat out at sea You belong with your love on your arm You belong somewhere you feel free
There's a freeway running through the yard.
Take back your insurance, baby, nothing is guaranteed. Take back your acid rain, let your TV bleed.
I can't crawl any further. You never crawled for me.
I'm barely prolific and incredibly lazy.
I'll stand my ground and I won't back down.