The Future's Nothing New - The Alternate Routes

Well she don’t have her momma’s hips yet

So she stole her momma’s lipstick

And she knew that I was coming

And I think that I know why

She goes by Fiona

She seeks bad luck in omens

When she’s free and when she’s lonely

She comes beatin' at my door, singing:

I’ve seen the future and the future’s nothing new

Just another day to miss the things we used to do

So just lay me down somewhere like you do

I’ve seen the future and the future’s nothing new

Steer the bitch back, paint the crane

Winter’s coming back again

Hide the bourbon, clean the stove

Stack the wood in rows below

Sunday’s coming, heat the plates

The farmer’s daughter lays in wait

Jeans cut off above her knees

Lying there she waits for me

She goes by Fiona

She seeks bad luck in omens

When she’s free and when she’s lonely

She comes beating at my door, singing:

I’ve seen the future and the future’s nothing new

Just another day to miss the things we used to do

So just lay me down somewhere like you do

I’ve seen the future and the future’s nothing new

Well everybody’s pushing paper

Learning how to lose a buck

And all the crystal balls in Portland

Gonna tell you how it’s tough

You need a little bit of loving

Just trying to get the good rush

But if you really saw it coming

Would it matter all that much, saying

I’ve seen the future and the future’s nothing new

Just another day to miss the things we used to do

So just lay me down somewhere like you do

I’ve seen the future and the future’s nothing new

Well she don’t have her momma’s hips yet

So she stole her momma’s lipstick

And she knew that I was coming

And I think that I know why