[ Featuring Sara Watkins ]
My only vice is sad songs and living on the road for way too long
My mind is overactive when I'm back home sitting on the lawn
Transmitting cosmic messages, and calling myself by too many names
Sometimes I forget to lighten up, and remember - that this is just a game
Don't pass go, don't collect $200, this time your going straight to jail
Dress up nice and roll the dice, pray that lady luck will grant your bail
Don't monopolize your mind, with thoughts about things you can't control
Just go at your own pace, and somehow try not to sell your soul
I woke up a believer, after breakfast I was a doubter once again
I was never good at losing, so I lied and cheated till the very end
I'm feeling pretty good now, but someday I know I'll have to pay
I've learned so many lessons, but I can't recall - a single one today
Don't pass go, don't collect $200, this time your going straight to jail
Dress up nice and roll the dice, pray that lady luck will grant your bail
Don't monopolize your mind, with thoughts about things you can't control
Just go at your own pace, and somehow try not to sell your soul
Now all my friends live on boardwalk, I'm still here on baltic avenue
Sometimes when you take a chance, the cards will get the best of you
The railroads got my shirt, the electric company's got my shoes
Sometimes you get free parking, and other days, you just get the blues
Don't pass go, don't collect $200, this time your going straight to jail
Dress up nice and roll the dice, pray that lady luck will grant your bail
Don't monopolize your mind, with thoughts about things you can't control
Just go at your own pace, and somehow try not to sell your soul