I lived in the country where the dead wood aches   In a house made of stone and a thousand mistakes   Where the glory of morning got crushed by the burden of day   I went down to the seaside and it was light and easy   But it was salt in my wounds man I won't ever be free   Though alone on a beach getting drunk ain't a bad way to be      But I don't ever want to change   It would all be so much easier if you didn't have to change      I ran a store for six months   Took a match one night   Left concern impaled on a receipt spike   And all hope petering on a leaky roof   And an electric heater up in the back of the room   Well the assessor came came early to walk the ashes   Showing high spirits wouldn't help my chances   I got the money in a week and for a while there everything was fine      See your doctor take the cure and then you got it made   But the vertigo is telling me to stay away   In two weeks flat I seen the Zoloft put my baby in the grave   I don't ever want to change   I don't ever want to change   I know my limits well   Seems they're never that far away