Emily Lazar - The Word You Wield lyrics

You've got nowhere to go but up To where you'll dine with foreign kings You can't forget about our tryst And all those other fleeting things And will they train you like a dog? And will they walk you down my street? The wind will whistle our old songs: The ones I'll always keep You've got nowhere to go I've got a bone to pick with you About the argument we had The day you got into that cab And said my world is in your past You've got nowhere to go There must be something wrong with me My mind is just a sickly little alibi And why am I surprised you're giving up on me? Goodbye: the word you're wielding like a knife You've got nowhere to go