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.