I'm on a staight line when a man comes around   And he got lines in the suit    Coming out to make us moot   I'm moving on now if I like it or not   He says I've got nowhere to go    Tell me something I don't know   He's painting it out like I don't want to know       The picture has come down    I'm taking it off and throwing it out    The picture is about what could have been easier   The picture is coming around now   How come I feel so washed up    At such a such a tender age now   How could I feel so washed up   The picture is coming around now    It could have been easier    At such at such a tender age      I'm listening to the comforting sound    Of some kind of work being done outside   Of sounds from next door the walls don't hide   I'm listening to mountain to sound   And the way it's panned is cool    But when I get back home to you   There's got to be something more than that too       The human resource clerk    Has two cigarettes and back to work   She eats right but hurts   And she says it could have been good by now   It could have been more than a wage yeah    How come she feels so washed up    At such a such a tender age now   It could have been easier   It could have been more than a wage    How come she feels so washed up at such a tender age      I'm on a straignt line and a man comes around    And I got nowhere to go    Come back and tell something I don't know