Postcard

Wake up in the grid
In the house where your parents lived
Postcard on the fridge
But I never even looked at it
Seemed like a long way off
From nothing
At least you were somewhere
I wasn't

This is
This is where we live
This is
Where we live
Nothing we can do about it
Nothing we can do about it
Nothing we can do about it

God moves the traffic along
Put me on the milk carton
Watch me blow across the lawn
You said my life's a narrow one
But maybe it's the one I want?
We don't choose the place we start
Have fun wherеver you are
I know it's not that far

This is
This is wherе we live
This is
Where we live
Nothing we can do about it
Nothing we can do about it
Nothing we can do about it
Nothing we can do about it
Nothing we can do about it
Nothing we can do about it
This is where we live