I found out on a Monday The city I love doesn’t love me In fact f** that It would rather see me dead I hesitated for a minute But I packed my bag that evening Didn’t tell you I was leaving I didn’t feel safe staying here So I just left Got in my red Camaro In my head no tomorrow Realized it had all been borrowed time That I was living on til now The sun came up less friendly My sense of safety dead before the Red sky gave way to cold blue I wonder who I might be now From the wrong road, miles from no place From the road I call and call This whole world is no place This world is no place at all No place for a creature like me So if you’re like me indeed Meet me somewhere way out On the outer outskirts of town At the BP diesel station In my sick imagination You’re already on your way to take my Hand and hold me up so I don’t drown I just pray you get this letter I hid it in your sweater drawer So the authorities could never see the Plan that I put down But all the warming weather May mean that you won’t ever Reach into the secret drawer, and maybe You’d inform the landlord anyway Let me say it again, in a better way I need a pile of rubble To call my domicile Far from the violent rabble, and could I Trouble you to come along And listen to me babble How long will we babble on in exile Babble on in exile Something tells me I may be Singing this song a long, long while But I’ll be bringing along a big broad smile To wear as I walk that final long mile Back to the city where they broke my Heart wide open bleeding on the marble Tile From the wrong road, miles from no place From the road I call and call This whole world is no place This world is no place at all