493 Ruth

I brought a guitar.

I brought a handful of credit cards.

I filled a van and a trailer up to the top with shit that I'll probably never use.

I took 95 and then I transferred to the I-85.

Took it to 441 South to North Ave. to Ruth

And I drove through my backyard.

I could never understand why people can't begin again.

It wouldn't stop raining (we didn't have our key)

'Til we met Helen and JJ at about 1 AM.

They said, "From LA to London there is no other place I would rather live than here."

We had to unpack things just to get to the mattress and boxspring.

Flopped it down in the center of our shiny new home,

A blue house with no cable and with no telephone

Just a bottle of champagne and we popped the cork.

I could never understand how people hate the Minutemen,

How people can appreciate it takes time to make something great.

Yeah, I know. I'm repeating myself here.

Yeah, yeah, I know, I know. I'm repeating myself again.

Shake the shakes away.

If you're going uphill at a very rapid speed,

Soon there's nowhere to go but down.

So take the time to rise back up.

I could never understand why people can't begin again.

Why people can't apprecaite it's okay to do something great.

Yeah, I know.

I'm repeating myself again and again and again.