Leave me a few things, in your palms for me to sing
I hope you understand, I love the clutter of your hands
Leave me a few things, only a few things
A seed to plant, a phrase to chant, a name to put in my story
Leave me these few things, a precious few things
A phrase to plant, a name to chant, a seed to put in my story
Going to Seattle, driving all the way to Austin
I'm on the road to Albuquerque, moving out to Boston
Gotta leave Olympia, I'm getting out of Aberdeen
Start over in Chicago or in Madison, Wisconsin
A wedding, your family, the sickness, the stars
Moving and traveling to get far, to get far
Away from it, far from it, who am I to say?
A suitcase, a ticket, a new place, a new place
Roadside rest, gas stations, a lake
Corrugations in the curbs that keep the truckers all awake
Aberdeen, Seattle, Olympia, Austin
Albuquerque, Madison, Chicago, Boston
The Greyhound bus, a rented car, a train
All of you forced into that suitcase again
You made your body move faster than the soul could
go, which is why we didn't lose you a long time ago