I painted your house   To pretty up the town   I know what it's like   When we're caught between a crowd      I know you feel alone   Perhaps it’s time we grow   Get out on your own   To build a better Rome      Run, head for the hills   And bundle up the kids   We’re planning a plot   And praying that our luck   Gets better      I’m piling up my plates   Counting what I've ate   Because I’ve got places to go   And I need to fit my clothes      I’m grabbing at straws   And bringing you along   Time can tell its tales   And I only half as well      As long as I'm this far   My face won't play the part   Or fit into the mold   To do what I've been told      I painted your house   To pretty up the town   I try to be good   But all I do is wrong      I know you feel alone   Perhaps it's time we grow   And get out on your own   Build a better Rome      I’ve been on the road   Trying to make a start   And all my pretty things   They just fall apart   But now I’m coming home   And bringing my guitar   I let slip a god   It's nothing that I want