An exit to damage
You could mess up my life in a poem
Have me divorced by the time of the chorus
And there's no need to change any sentence
When you always decide where I go next
Many nights you would hide from the audience
When they were not in tune with your progress
In the end you were a fool like the journalist
Who turns what you sing into business.
You could use to be more like your heroes
A darker shade of damaged distortion
Wearing death like a cape or a costume
Cut your ties and leave town when you want to
Killing time till I pass through the chamber
Or the room where you keep my replacement
So well fed up, still you're starving on paper
You're no him, but he's you, only better.
Leave me an exit to damage
I could use a ledge to jump off of
I wasn't lying when I said it was over
I have questions that will lead to more questions
Run a tie that will cut off my fingers
You write about me on every new record
I'll show up as a title for a new song
I only hope someone requests it.
«What's it like for you in Washington?»
«I've only seen photos of Washington.»
I'll never know...
Leave them Manhattan, I want the evergreens
Write me a song I can sing in my sleep
As sure as the rain that will fall where you stand
I want you and the skyline these are my demands.