I have a little house
Close to town, but not to the city
Far from home, but near my family
No water views, but so close to the sea
I see, this is how my little life could be
And I'm filling it with things
Like furniture that I find on the street
And all the special things I'd like to eat
Pictures of people that I'd like to meet
I'll meet them while I'm orbiting the world
And it's so pretty, and so lonely
My little love affairs
Are all scheduled around the TV guide
And my sex life has all been plagiarized
In an attempt to meet a harsh deadline
I'd like to rent a wife
Then rent a husband to keep her for life
The three of us, we could be so happy
Them with each other, and me with company
I'll see them off on a flight around the world
And it's so pretty, and so lonely
I could just die
I might just die
I could just die
I might just die
And at my funeral
They will say: Tom, he was such a nice guy
He went too early, but he went in style
They'll play my music and then they will cry
Then they'll have a little wake
They'll drink bad wine and there'll be lemon cake
And my mother's little heart will break
And she'll say: wait there must be some mistake
He can't be dead, take me instead
Oh, but I'm not dead
They tell me I'm not dead
And they say that I'm not dead
And that I won't die for some time
I'm in my little house
Just writing little songs to pass the time
Which, incidentally, is 7:49
So don't you worry, I'm completely fine, I'm fine
Don't you worry, I'm completely fine, I'm fine
Don't you worry, I'm completely fine, I'm fine
Don't you worry, I'm completely fine, I'm fine
Don't you worry, I'm completely fine, I'm fine
I am just so fucking fine
