Ah don`t touch that dial
Here`s a word about my ex-girlfriend
Towards the end conflict off and on
And I told her one night, "Honey every time we fight
I`ll write a verse to this song"
Well, things got bad and things got worse
Still I struggled on
So sit back and get all comfortable
`Cause this little tunes six fuckin` hours long
And every journey`s got destinations
Which the traveler can`t expect
So how`s that I`m always winding up
Down here at land`s edge?
Now if love is blind why did her stockings
Always look so cool?
Now I know I was paying attention
But somehow I got fooled
Well I gave her seven children
And a twelve room uptown shack
And when it all was over
Took a dozen lawyers
To get half back
But I already got me a new gal to ruin my life
And she might just yet,
So I`m helping her find an apartment
Down here at land`s edge
Now take the traveler and the tourist
The essential difference is
The traveler don`t know where he`s goin`
And the tourist don`t know where he is
Small world till they lose your luggage, tho`
Take the stripper who lives next door
You`d swear this kid was 21 goin` on 44
But luckily that ain`t how she sees it
Got a new tattoo that says:
"when I die, send the body to heaven,
Lost the rest at land`s edge"