Newspapers lying by the door. I don't miss you anymore. I took the elevator down from the thirteenth floor. And you ain't thinking about me. . I read a paper, I played the old Strats.
Well the truth. Well it hurts to say. I'm gonna pack up my bags and I'm gonna go away. I'm gonna split, I can't stand it. I'm gonna give it up and quit and ain't never coming back.
When I was a boy. You know my momma would say to me. The world's a mystery of darkness and light. . When I was a kid. I was sent off to inner space. To escape the evil place, I was livin' in.