Leaving Song

Hand me my five and dime Pass me my shirt hung on the line I'll polish up my boots And then take the first plane stateside I can find It's a handicap to try to see this far When this place seems so cramped and small In the streets they whisper legends And it seems that I'm riding for a fall I'm leaving I'm leaving All of my sense is shot The streets are like a premonition of a crime I wrote without you Then I took the first plane stateside I could find If they could they would've stopped me They'd say I'm gaping at a dream I'm leaving I'm leaving So I polish up my brand new car Then take my tunes from door to door I try not to see their faces As I'm dealing out my aces The horizon seems so far away From a penthouse for a king and queen I expected more of the stuff of dreams If they can they like to get their man And cut him right down to his knees And I'm reeling Once again I'm leaving I'm leaving And once again I'm leaving And I'm leaving Once again I'm leaving