Leaving Song Lyrics

Hand me my five and dime
Pass me my shirt hung on the line
I'll polish up my boots and then take the first plane stateside I can find
It's a handicap to try to see this far
When this place seems so cramped and small
In these streets they whisper legends
And it seems that I'm riding for a fall
I'm leaving, I'm leaving

All of my sense is shot
The streets are like a premonition of a crime
I wrote without you and I took the first plane stateside I could find
If they could they would have stopped me
They'd say I'm gaping at a dream
I'm leaving, I'm leaving

So I polish up my brand new car
Then take my tunes from door to door
I try not to see their faces as I'm dealing out my aces
The horizon seems so far away
From a penthouse for a king and queen
I expected more of the stuff of dreams

If they can they like to get their man and cut him right down to his knees
And I'm leaving, once again I'm leaving
I'm leaving, once again I'm leaving
I'm reeling, and once again I'm leaving