bags still packed & eyes like lead
in a strange place in a stranger's bed.
it's not me under those sheets
she's long gone now.
southbound train & pouring rain
swore i'd never come here again.
didn't leave a note or make a call.
hell, i didn't leave a trace.
no, i didn't leave a trace.
it's a mile of burning pianos
& you've gotta play to put out the flames.
it's a sea of faceless bodies
and no one will ever know your name.
it's life when you run away
from all your beautiful mistakes.
it's big city blues,
& they can happen to you,
just when you think that you're safe.