I hate to see you go
But you were going nowhere
He said the wind is gonna blow
And she's taking me with her
But it's not where he'll stay
It's where he'll hang his hat up
He's heading out today
With a brand new make-up.
But she's on the phone
Asking for him to move along
'Cause the queue is lining up
And they're dying
Dying to catch up
Well, there are vultures overhead
And the wolves are on attack
There's glass beneath your feet
And a girl calling you back
But your foot is out the door
With laces untied
And you can't ask for more
Or they'll know that you lied
But she's on the phone
Begging for him to kill alone
Asking for love without a pause
But he can't
'Cause she's abroad
In a new shouldered town
With his head up in the air
Voice IDs for those around
Fresh past for those who care
Blond hair to hide the pain
And booze to clean the wounds
And you can't go home again
Not that you'd want to
