Someday you'll know why I thought life was worth leaving. So if I find a way to spend a holiday away from home, I'll let you know
I'll pack the maps as you sort through photograph, but when culled, a shoe box worth of pictures of your birth to twenty four always looked so small
You were just four years old (unaware a hard rain was fallin') when we closed our record store (iodine stained lips a-glowin'). Where you'd spent countless days, your blue eyes all ablaze, reflecting off the vinyl wall
You said "If our great escape involves a hideaway in eastern Rome, I guess we'll go."
But oh, this could be the end of us, could be the end of us, you never know. This could be the end of us, could be the end of us, you never know
But in the air tonight the soft scent of sin prevails. You'll be my pride and joy and yet the reason I failed. Cradle my head tonight and I'll be ever in your debt
On the Autobahn, you fell back to sleep, oh. On your mother's lap you fell back to sleep, oh