I waited all night at the airport. To see the women there leave. Wearing a splint-dressed arm and some rags and a heart on my sleeve. And I can't pay for the taxi ride home. These November nights can be mean. Stop for a drink by your window. Where nothing goes on at all.
The days that light up here are wasted. And with fragile nerves. Memories start to haunt me and my state of mind gets worse. And I'll swing around the bars tonight. With a heavy stone in my heart. Scrape up some change and find a phone And call her on the telephone.
Now you know. I'm never coming back again. So you stay in bed. Smashing your head to the wall and it falls and the cealing crashes over you. She says. If you ain't coming back no more. Then I'll stay in this house with the mess and the sheets. where you lay. I'll never see a brighter day.
A walk through the past and it's filled with things you wouldn't believe. The same rainy streets I walked with your old address in my sleeve. I'm in my valentine shirt. And I've had many a valentine. Brother I know where heaven is found and I can hear them now.
There were times when she held me so softly. Times when she let me inside. There were times when I went out to the waste and sat down by the river and cried. Now I hang around in the gallows. With a heavy rope around my head. Birds of prey pick my body away and drunkenly flap away.
Now you know. I'm never coming back again. So you stay in bed. Smashing your head to the wall and it falls and the cealing crashes over you. She says. If you ain't coming back no more. Then I'll stay in this house with the mess and the sheets. and the blinds are drawn. And I'll never see the light of day.