Making my own city lights
Out of bourbon and the stars of a bar room fight
Face forward in the wind
If you don´t know where it is but you know where it´s been

Then it´s leaving, leaving, leaving but I don´t know where
Leaving, leaving, leaving but I don´t know where

I tried to keep myself in line
I been bad but I seem to get back I every time
Now I come back and the place is all locked
Between the door knob and the doorbell, somebody talked

Now it´s leaving, leaving, leaving but I don´t know where
Leaving, leaving, leaving but I don´t know where

Every time I turn around
Something else just floated away
There ain´t a single thing that I´ve found
With wings that decided to stay

Maybe it´s the place on the wall
Or maybe it´s the space where the phone didn´t call
or Maybe it´s this thing in my chest
We´ll know what it was by the hole that it left

Now it´s leaving, leaving but I don´t know where
Leaving, leaving, leaving but I don´t know where