Eventually

Nothing in this body and this house work to well.
Leaky back windows and a back shot to hell.
It takes so much time to make it go like it should.
But it's all for you, and I still wonder if you would,
if it were you.

Downpours and traffic are headed straight for me.
I'd make it home on time, but I can barely see.
I'm thinking all of the horses eventually lose.
All of the girl friends eventually choose
someone new.