Story Behind The Song

Bout gettn sick of her

Lyrics

You never make up your mind-man its just time after time
Im walking straight out the door -I don't want it no more
Think ill start over in England--or sit and stare at these walls
I see its starting to rain dear-it don't matter to me

Yea ill start over from nothing--just as clean as can be
Now theres no room on your plate dear-for on thought bout me

So I sit here bent on eloquence just waiting for the next event
Around the bend with firery horses-yea here it come with no remorse
Were in it up to our necks again -its fine with me im used to it
What else is ther to do--its really all up to you