my own evil twin

if this was my real life
you know where I'd be
on the front porch of my farmhouse
in my land close by the sea
with my guitar and dogs and children
and a woman I call dear
instead I look around and moan
what the hell am I doing here?

          looks like I'm on a losing streak
          looks like I never can win
          I'm so sad I can hardly speak
          I am my own evil twin