When the summer came
I opened the windows, packed all the boxes, kissed all the ladies
When the summer came
I was sick of the neighbors, shut off the 'lectric, headed for Austin
I stop to wonder at
The petrified trees and the meteor hole
I sleep outside a lot
Glean what I can and read ravenously
But if I were forced to choose
If I could go back and choose
if I could go back and choose
if I could go back
and choose...
When the winter came
I worked on the line crew, nibbled the garbage, slept in the basement
When the winter came
hands in my pockets, pissed off the bosses, function to function
All of this work we do
Funneled so narrowly into the mouths
Every so often I
Think about steal my manager's car
But if I were forced to choose
If I could go back and choose
And everyone has to choose
Everyone has.....
Everyone has.....
Everyone has.....
to choose...
I'd stay.