by Todd Snider

A little out of place, a little out of tune
Sorta lost in space racin' that moon
Climbin' the walls of this hurricane
Still overall I can't complain

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All I wanted was one chance to let freedom ring
They said I had to get a permit, tags and everything
I never made it through that red tape, I've got this paper hat
I got a job workin' weekdays, you want fries with that?

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I've got nothing to lose, nothing to gain
It's like a one way ticket to cruisin' that passing lane
I can't complain

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I was talkin' with my girlfriend, I told her I was stressed
I said I'm goin' off the deep end, she said give it a rest
We're all waitin' in the dugout wishin' we could pitch
How are you gonna throw a shutout if all you do is bitch?

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So now I've got a brand new dance, I need one more shot
Gonna take my last chance, you know I won't get caught
Gonna make my last stand, this time I can't be bought
Then again on the other hand, how much have you got?

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A little out of place, a little out of tune
Sorta lost in space chasin' that moon
Climbin' the walls of this hurricane
Still overall I can't complain