Lyrics:

Flares with the eight-inch cuff
Childhood sweethearts
Still together in the city
One bedroom and a bath

Oh, and I've found nothing
Really worth keeping
Years, hope it doesn't take that long
Sorry, but that life is out of stock now
You're caught up in the way
The tables turned for someone else
Caught up in the way, caught up in the way it goes down
Caught up in the way, caught up in the way it goes down
It goes down
Inside some four walls
The cool that crumbles
By invitation only, I
Something to call my own
That I've not borrowed
A town that tames my hesitation
Sorry, but that life is out of stock now
You're caught up in the way
The tables turned for someone else
Caught up in the way, caught up in the way it goes down
Caught up in the way, caught up in the way it goes down
And I don't worry about it now
What's waiting for you will be waiting for you
Anyway
No, I don't worry about it now
What's waiting for you will be waiting for you
Anyway
Sorry, but that life is out of stock now
You're caught up in the way
The tables turned for someone else
Caught up in the way, caught up in the way it goes down
Caught up in the way, caught up in the way it goes down
It goes down