She only calls me on Sundays When she's had her fill Of red wine and cigarettes And prescription pills Someday soon She'll be going somewhere else She reached for the bottle and the phone The time we spent together Is how we stay so strong I'd give you all my possessions To hold you in my arms All the years I've wasted All the glories worn All the failures tasted Couldn't bring you home Someday soon She'll be going somewhere else She reached for the bottle and the phone She reached for the bottle and the phone