Armed with only a travel mug and a walkman
I set out to find the car I'd left behind
Last night--not knowing exactly where it was.

It was a cold day, I thought the walk would
Clear my head but soon remembered, that's
Exactly what I fear the most. Gave me one

More reason to stay here. There are blocks
I can't walk down anymore, there are ghosts
On every corner---I know exactly who they are.

There are things we can't talk about anymore,
Secrets in every greeting--I don't know
Exactly what to do. As sure as the sun causes

Crime, things will hear up, bake until it's
Burnt, one of us may have to leave--I don't
Know who I'd rather it be.