When's It My Turn, Buddy?

There's nothing in Utah
Excepts Mormons
And salt lakes
And you for the summer

Went hiking alone
With your dog and guitar
And maybe your bible

There's nothing in New York
Except high rent, your husband
And thirteen thousand taxis

And out of us all
I can't believe you got out of Alabama
Before me

When's it my turn to start over
When's it my turn to not wake up in the suburbs
Use my long commute
To get over the thought of you
When's it my turn to start over

There's nothing in Portland
Except your boyfriend
Your best friend
Her boyfriend and her girlfriend

It took a few years off
You cut your hair
You got a new job
You stopped talking to your mother

When's it my turn to start over
When's it my turn to not wake up in the suburbs
Wake up fully rested- no sinking feeling
In my chest and
When's it my turn to start over



Credits
Writer(s): Esther Horstman
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