The Problem With Everything

Just before Decatur, I swam up the Rio grande
With a language in my pocket that I did not understand
And I said hello to the neighbors
Madagascar, Tennessee
I've got three kids down in Roanoke
They're all named after me

Last time that I saw her, she had roses at her feet
Just a perfect Paris sunset on a crowded Brooklyn street
And with her Mississippi smile
She sang songs about her home
Another Carolina runaway
With nowhere left to go

Life's too short so why start anything
That's the problem with everything

He liked reading books about those West Virginia reds
From his little porch in Italy, the vineyard straight ahead
And in the Himalayan Mountains
He saw signs for Montreal
Those southern stars will move you man
But they can't do it all

Life's too short so why start anything
That's the problem with everything

Right outside Tacoma, we had lions at our door
But it was nothing the Savannah didn't throw at us before
And it was goodbye California
Let the Ganges hold my bones
Wrote a love song to Poughkeepsie
And I followed it back home



Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Schultz
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