Nearly Perfect

There's a ticket in your windshield
And the price keeps adding up
There's an LP in your turntable
Another place to house the dust
There's a song for almost everything
And you've heard every single one
And all the chords are nearly perfect
One more spin could kill the fun

So you
Change routines and mix it up
Take a class and buy some new shoes
Yeah you
Stop the tape and wind it up
Start it back up from the top
Oh-oh-oh-oh

In the summer sun is shining
Sweat is dripping off your brow
The air is stagnant, you are wheezing
Drawing breaths through lips that frown
And in the winter you are freezing
The snow looks ugly on the ground
So to the sun you may start praying
Begging for that ice to melt

So you
Change the scene, don't fix it up
Nothing else could go wrong now
Lay in wait
Something's still wrong
On the scene of a brand new house
Oh-oh-oh-oh