You're pushin' a furnace You're workin' too hard You're setting things off – all over the yard You play with your 'top' – till your eyes start to spin Then you shrug your shoulders and ask me where I've been Travel fulfills you but the distance it k**s you Oh oh ain't that nothin' Why don't you tell me somethin' Tragedy Ain't that nothin' I just wish you'd tell me something – The fan keeps whirling The wind stays hot – but I can't keep from slippin' a lot I look in that purse It's a blessing and a curse Discover dishonor with its thousand commands It ain't worth a shot That target is sand But I love disaster and I love what comes after.