I left a trail of Lucky Strikes on the way up to your room in case the sun went down, I'd find my way home.
Now one and one half years have pa**ed and its time for me to go, yeah.
But my the smokes have all been kicked away,
I'm blazing a new trail from your cold, cold heart.
So I thought about the things you said that I should have done.
The list is tall just like the lies you tell,
Like: baby you're one for me and we should settle down.
But a fortune cookie's got more jam.
The thing about escape is that you must go all the way.
You keep on running till you find a home.
I look across the prairies and I'm watching you for days, you're getting smaller but you never fade away.
I could learn some tricks from you, 'cause your nimble with the cards- it's true.
But I have got some of my own and when I flip my hand the vacancy light dims and the house is full, it always was.
The house was always full