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 the 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
Then I took the first plane stateside I could find
If they could they would've 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 reeling
Once again I'm leaving
I'm leaving
And once again I'm leaving
And I'm leaving
Once again I'm leaving