Predictive Living

Moving back
Chairs broken and stacked
I can't seem to shake the fix I'm in
Better words that were sung or heard
Years before me still, I do my best
Pushing past the breath
Cut out signals left

Just when you thought you had me pegged
Thinking I'm the same
Then I go and change
Three become a name
Chords just rearranged

Rhythm shoes and windows to see through
Another jealous husband to be killed
Better words have been sung out of tune
I'm happy in this hotel once again
Forcing thoughts to pen
Rehearsals for the end

Just when you thought you had me pegged
Thinking I'm the same
Then I go and change
Three become a name
Chords just rearranged

Never killed the manufactured feel
And soul no longer matters in the end
Better words you're never gonna hear
Mrs. Jones, your son crossed to the bank
And still in musky faith
The money's all been made

Just when you thought you had me pegged
Thinking I'm the same
Then I go and change
Three become a name
Chords just rearranged