(Two, three, four...) (Two, three...) Everybody has a routine, you've got to find it Everyone's looking for love, I'm just looking for you Can't decide which to do Find a job, buy a house, make a baby Travellin' is cool, but I'm burnt, think I'm done for now Somehow I always feel like I need something more Crossing countries, crashing hardwood floors I don't know if it's what I want anymore Nine to five, forty a week, I am stranded Fifty-four dollars this week, I replace what I eat Then I sleep I've always felt like I need something more Crossing counties, crashing new friends' floors (I don't know if it's what I want anymore) You actually pay for pay-per-view? You're fucking crazy Then I found I'm jealous of you, should I love what I do? Just wondering about you Buying things you never use, you own a bass boat Wash it but it's clean enough, I don't understand you But I want to be you I've always dealt with needing something more Crossing state lines, using old friends' floors I don't know if it's what I want anymore