Wednesday morning roun 5 o’ clock The day begins it never stop We wake up to A little light peaking on thru Downstairs to the kitchen we go Eat breakfast Sip a cup of joe On the counter there I left you a rose Next to a note for the airport Quickly eat and puff a smoke The TV blares and the stove is broke No need to talk or Crack a joke I packed your bags and we hit the road Start the car and End the day Knew this was coming round the end of May But it’s easier said than done Made our bed and we had our fun but (She’s leaving home) Paris France Spain and Milan Rides in Venice staring up at the stars Polaroid flicks And postcards in script Written to her family That she will dearly missed And the radio at night would play her favorite song Can’t hardly wait, Westerberg has his charm 2 weeks alone and 1 week in Prague Days turn to month And that’s she want…
They say home is where the heart is But what happens when you departing Excuse me miss but please you’ll have to pardon My behavior but I’m just getting started And I can say this with confidence Or my use common sense To State the obvious Beyond the compliments We are the opposites Attracted to each other Magnets for a mess Wishing all the best But only getting stressed Staying for the sex And fighting bout the checks Issues addressed Including your address You leaving home On a flight direct That I can’t intersect But if I can interject It’s not too late And I would just say That how we came together is a measure of fate But I guess it can wait as we pull up to the gate