For Sale Lyrics - Wayward Angel - Kasey Chambers

Wouldn't you think that 

I'd have it all figured out by now 

That I'd know exactly what I'm doing 

Wouldn't you think that I'd have a key 

To open every melody and sing 

Like it is all here at my feet 

Wouldn't you think that 

I'd have a life hanging on my wall 

So I could prove that I'm alive 

But these are just things I've been given 

For a plastic way of living 

And I'm not sure if that really is my style 

The second hand it rolls on by 

It never looks back to wait for mine 

And if I fall any harder this time 

If I dig any deeper Lord what will I find 

Well you can buy my life on radio 

And order me by mail 

But not everything about me is for sale 

No not everything about me is for sale 

Wouldn't you think that 

I'd have the strength to carry anything 

And I could buy myself 

A brand new set of hands 

But sometimes like the others 

I just ran away take cover 

And I swear that no one really understands 

The second hand it rolls on by 

It never looks back to wait for mine 

And if I fall any harder this time 

If I dig any deeper Lord what will I find 

Well you can buy my life on radio 

And order me by mail 

But not everything about me is for sale 

No not everything about me is for sale 

Wouldn't you think that 

I'd have it all figured out by now