We took the freeway out of town
We found a place to settle down
We bought a driveway and a swingset and a dog
You got your very own bathroom
I got my very own workshop in the basement
We sit around staring at the wall-to-wall
Take field trips to our favorite mall
Waiting for the day when all the kids grow up and leave us here
You can call but I probably won't hear you
Because it's loud with the shop vac on
You can cry and I probably won't hear you
Because it's loud with the shop vac on
We hung a flag above the door
Checked out the gourmet grocery store
I bought a mower I can ride around the yard
But we haven't got real friends
And now even the fake ones have stopped calling
Maybe if you forget to hide the keys
I'll take a ride to Applebee's
I'll come home drunk on daiquiris and throw up on the neighbor's lawn
You can call but I probably won't hear you
Because it's loud with the shop vac on
You can cry and I probably won't hear you
Because it's loud with the shop vac on
I like the Starbucks here that's better than the other one
Because the other one's not as good
They really need to put a light there cause it's hard to turn
It's hard to make a left turn
And when it's time to go to bed
I'm still awake inside my head
I'm floating up above the house and looking down
I guess I gotta go back there
I guess there never was any other answer
And as the freeway hums the cars go by
The headlights roll across the sky
Many miles away but I can see them speeding through the dark
You can call but I probably won't hear you
Because it's loud with the shop vac on
You can cry and I probably won't hear you
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