The 'Nice People' Argument

All through the South, I had trouble at crossing the street

Cut out the cradle, still rocking, but aimless and endlessly missing the beat

And I can't shake this cold, as boredom turns into sleep

And who you gonna hold to all the promises you don't keep?

And yes, I'm sure we'd all agree that they're all very nice

But on the plane to New York, well, it made me think more than twice

And brother, they still won't listen, so you got to choose your side

And all your talk is just so much pissing, if you're just along for the ride

So don't you mess me around because I'm coming on strong

I'm going back underground. C'mon, we been up here too long

Sister, it's cold outside, so come on in where it's warm

And it feels like home

And it feels like home

And we're home