John Gorka - A Saint's Complaint lyrics

I never lived anywhere I didn't mind leaving I never knew anyplace I didn't want to go Short on the give, long on receiving I never knew anything I didn't want to know I liked the towns, I liked the people But the brown bugs in my bed I could've done without I liked the taconite, the slate roofs and steeples A few crucial details of my whereabouts I don't think you should hesitate Nothing comes to those who wait Once I heard a saint's complaint He said, good things come to those who ain't So I moved west To where your weather comes from Or where your weather goes when it's done with you I've got a place here I've got a family More to love, more to feel, more to do And more to lose So I've got a taste of what I've been missing There's hardly anywhere I really want to go There's more to give, more room to breath in I hardly see anyone that I don't want to know I don't think you should hesitate Nothing comes to those who wait Once I heard a saint's complaint He said, good things come to those who ain't I don't think you should hesitate Nothing comes to those who wait Once I heard a saint's complaint He said, good things come to those who ain't