Lyrics:

Ah don't touch that dialHere's a word about my ex-girlfriendTowards the end conflict off and onAnd I told her one n
ight, 'Honey every time we fightI'll write a verse to this song'Well, things got bad and things got worseStill I struggled o
nSo sit back and get all comfortable'Cause this little tunes six fuckin' hours longAnd every journey's got destinationsWhic
h the traveler can't expectSo how's that I'm always winding upDown here at land's edge?Now if love is blind why did her sto
ckingsAlways look so cool?Now I know I was paying attentionBut somehow I got fooledWell I gave her seven childrenAnd a twe
lve room uptown shackAnd when it all was overTook a dozen lawyersTo get half backBut I already got me a new gal to ruin my
lifeAnd she might just yet,So I'm helping her find an apartmentDown here at land's edgeNow take the traveler and the touri
stThe essential difference isThe traveler don't know where he's goin'And the tourist don't know where he isSmall world till
they lose your luggage, tho'Take the stripper who lives next doorYou'd swear this kid was 21 goin' on 44But luckily that ai
n't how she sees itGot a new tattoo that says:'when I die, send the body to heaven,Lost the rest at land's edge'