I want you in the wrong way   What's tomorrow if you've got today   And if you subscribe to my way   You erase all this anyway   Out in the mountains and granola   That lies a little bit east of all ya      Hold out your hands   Oh, such little hands   Lie to your man   Stay wise to the plan      So drivin' makes no sense   Cause I don't even have a license   We could walk and get as far   It just might take a little bit longer   There's your dealer on the corner   Just to give himself a boner      Hold out your hands   Stay wise to the plan      If what you got is what you need, hell   Then I don't wanna hear the rest   And if you ever had a thing to sell   Then you know what you got      Why would you care   If it's everywhere   Don't leave me here   I'm always alone   But how would you know      I fell down the shaft   Nothing to grab onto   Pull me up   Just like long ago   But how would you know   How would you know      So you need me for the wrong things   Now you've got yourself a bird that sings   And you left me for your owner   Out in the mountains and granola      Hold out your hands   Oh, such little hands      If what you got is what you need, hell   Then I don't wanna hear the rest   And if you ever had a thing to sell   Then get rid of the lie   If what you got is what you need, hell   Then I don't wanna hear the rest   And everybody's got a thing to sell   Don't need what you got