[Intro] Mm, check the label on the jar, That ain't jam, that's yesterday's guitar. [Verse 1] You brought a folding chair to a footrace, Set it up backward, called it first place. I keep my receipts in a tea tin, Your big tough speech got a typo tucked in. You flex like a rooster in a raincoat, One little puddle and you need a tow. I make a clean exit, you make a scene, Then ask the whole room what the scene could mean. [Chorus] Same old story, new excuse, I brought the facts, you brought the juice. Talk real big, then lose your place, I keep a straight face, you make that face. [Verse 2] I got a map with a coffee ring, Still found the door while you questioned the thing. You call it a plan, but it's loose-leaf lore, Three bold arrows pointing out the door. I don't need a crown or a velvet rope, Just one good line and a pocket of hope. When the day runs long and the jokes run dry, I tip my cap, let the small stuff fly. [Chorus] Same old story, new excuse, I brought the facts, you brought the juice. Talk real big, then lose your place, I keep a straight face, you make that face. [Bridge] Take one breath, let the shoulders drop, A little less thunder, a little more stop. If you miss your mark, don't blame the floor, Turn that page and try once more. [Verse 3] Now the kettle's singing, the clock says ten, You found your notebook and lost it again. I wrote one punchline on the grocery list, Bought six lemons and forgot the twist. No hard feelings, just words in flight, We can laugh at ourselves and call it right. [Outro] Same old story, new excuse, I brought the facts, you brought the juice. Put the folding chair back in its place, I'll keep my grin, you keep that face.
