That could've been Abe Lincoln sportin' fifty dollar gla**es
Standing at the bar throwing all the girls pa**es
Standing in the rain at the end of the line
Trying to steal something that'll never be mine
She could've been Jean Harlow eating popcorn at the movies
Still trying to get me to listen to them old Flamin' Groovies
Standing on the corner of Hollywood and Vine
Trying to find something that will never be mine
And you're fading slow
Like a bloodstain on my sleeve
And I'm learning faster and faster
Just what it takes to leave
What it takes to leave
Well I could've been a saint and not a rank backslider
But I was praying in a cell, I was so deep inside of her
Standing on the tracks with a bottle of wine
Trying to find something that will never be mine
But you're fading slow
Like a bloodstain on my sleeve
And I'm learning faster and faster
Just what it takes to leave
Well it could've been a blonde in that long red Cadillac
Driving down the Avenue B, baby
Screaming "f** you, daddy" I ain't ever coming back
Staring out the window like an angel divine
Just another kiss that will never be mine
And you're fading slow
Like a bloodstain on my sleeve
And I'm learning faster and faster
Just what it takes to leave
What it takes to leave
What it takes to leave
What it takes to leave
Yeah, what it takes to leave