Not Earned - Palomar

You’re washed up but dressed up and on your way

You must feel pretty safe

With all your records around you

And at stops would you call me up to say

I guessed the many ways that each new state would depress you

And if your luck is made when you’re born, not earned, that’s rotten for you

All your plans end on the interstate

But start up in each new place I was too tough to take noke of

And they say, home is the only place

That’s more fun when you’re away

Than these long streets that we sleep down

As long as you stay on the move

Will you think it’s getting better?