Sunday song lyric

When I conceived of the vaguely vain ambition to assemble a CD of quintessentially "autumn" sounding songs, this song was the first to assert itself into the as yet un-SoundForged playlist. Like all such projects that my underactive imagination has spawned, it was quickly scratched when I realized I couldn't think of more than six songs to include. I still think about it sometimes, though, now that we've had our first autum-ish weekend here in The O.C. Judge for yourself if Songs:Ohia's "Just Be Simple" is worthy, at least lyrically, of inclusion. Other suggestions, via comments, may also be entertained.

You'll never hear me talk about
one day getting out.
Why put a new address
on the same old loneliness?
Everybody knows where that is.
We built that house of his.
And when he's not home
someone else we know always is.

If heaven's really coming back
I hope it has a heart attack
when they see how dangerous
it is for guys like that.

And the night has always known
when it's time to get going,
when it's really been so long
that it starts showing.

It's always how that goes
always almost tells me the secret
how there's really no difference
in who he was once
and who he's become.
I think he's been letting me win
and I think he's doing it again.
Thanks for letting me win.

And everything you hated me for,
honey, there was so much more
I just didn't get busted.

I ain't looking for that easy way out.
This whole life it's been a battle.
Try and try and try
Try and try and try
to be simple again.

Just be simple again.
Just be simple again.