Send a letter home to your mother
And tell her who you've been
Don't ask for money or a favor

Just an old blue blanket
That you can lay your head in


'cause there's a pen in your hand
That won't talk sense anymore
There's a ceiling fan

Showing movies on the floor

There's a gun on the table

Telling jokes about your friends
And the chairs are all laughing
At this night that never ends


Things are subject to change
As days go by

Things are subject to change tonight
Take a long fall out of this slow game
And blow a kiss hello good-bye

By any other nick name
Is "you knew me then
Now watch me go


There's a picture on the wall
That looks a lot like home

There's a story you tell
And you wish it was your own
There's a girl you met who says

She's seen you before
And there's a letter that you left
Says that's not you anymore


You were never very clever
Walking straight lines

Down a curved road
Whisper laugh and shout
At every other pleasure

'til you closed your eyes
And disappeared without a trace