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