Pulling Weeds

I've stopped staying out late Don't drink much these days My Folgers can swear jar ain't full I've Stuck to a budget I've let go of grudges And fight fires with water instead of fuel Now all I can do is sit here and wait Keep casting and pray that I catch me a break I've been pulling weeds Making room in the garden I've bleached my soul clean Yeah, I've done my part and I've made my wrongs right So what else do I need to do To get life to be good to me too I've paid rent at rock bottom Made friends with my problems I've took every hit on the chin But I'm starting to think This whole thing's a prank And my sense of humor's 'Bout at its wits end I've been pulling weeds Making room in the garden I've bleached my soul clean Yeah, I've done my part and I've made my wrongs right So what else do I need to do To get life to be good to me too Yeah, I've been pulling weeds Yeah I've been pulling weeds I've been pulling weeds I've been pulling weeds Yeah, I've been pulling weeds I've been pulling weeds Making room in the garden I've bleached my soul clean Yeah, I've done my part and I've made my wrongs right So what else do I need to do To get life to be good to me too Good to me too Yeah, I've been pulling weeds Oh, I've been pulling weeds