extraordinary machine

I certainly haven’t been shopping for any new shoes 

And

I certainly haven’t been spreading myself around

I still only travel by foot

And by foot it’s a slow climb

But I’m good at being uncomfortable, so

I can’t stop changing all the time

I noticed that my opponent is always on the go

And 

won’t go slow so as not to focus, and I notice 

He’ll hitch a ride with any guide

As long as they go fast from whence he came

But he’s no good at being uncomfortable, so

He can’t stop staying exactly the same

If there was a better way to go then it would find me

I can’t help it, the road just rolls out behind me

Be kind to me

Or treat me mean 

I’ll make the most of it

I’m an extraordinary machine 

I seem to you to seek a new disaster every day 

You deem me doomed to clean my view

And be at peace and lay 

I mean to prove I mean to move in my own way 

And say I’ve been getting along

For long before you came into the play

I am the baby of the family, it happens

So

Everybody cares

And wear the sheep’s clothes while they chaperone

Curious, you’re looking down your nose at me

While you appease

Courteous to try and help

But let me set your mind at ease

If there was a better way to go then it would find me 

I can’t help it, the road just rolls out behind me 

Be kind to me

Or treat me mean 

I’ll make the most of it

I’m an extraordinary machine 

Do I so worry you?

No need to hurry to my side

That’s very kind

But it’s to no avail; I don’t want the bail

I promise you, everything will be just fine

If there was a better way to go then it would find me 

I can’t help it, the road just rolls out behind me 

Be kind to me

Or treat me mean 

I’ll make the most of it

I’m an extraordinary machine

- Fiona Apple, 2005