Texty: Howie Lucero. Stale Mate.

(words and music © Howie Lucero, bmi)

I wonder why I should wonder while I am wearing out my welcome.
Welcome - welcome to the home.

Say, neat! There are pads on the wall!
But gee, how come it's so small?
They give me nothing but no choice at all.
Come strap me in for the night.
My smoking jacket's too tight!
I tell myself that I should be telling someone else and I
yakity-yakity-yak to all my friends.
Of course there's nobody there,
I end up playing chess with a chair.
They give me nothing but no choice at all.
If I live my life in a room,
then I live alone, you presume?
I wonder why I should wonder while I am wearing out my welcome.
Welcome - welcome to the home