tightened with a bent car key
around the town where love don't grow
send me away with a shirt on my back
no bills left to pay cause I paid them away
start fresh, start over
beginning again with you seems new
and, my dear, we're growing older
the sounds emerge like a cricket at night
don't stumble, compose
don't stutter, don't fumble
away from the gray that is everyday
far from the drugs that cast me this way
left this town for another so sweet
I barely fit in these shoes on my feet
eager, not hungry
all that is good is plenty.