Armed with only a travel mug and a walkman I set out to find the car I'd left behind Last night--not knowing exactly where it was It was a cold day, I thought the walk would Clear my head but soon remembered, that's Exactly what I fear the most. Gave me one More reason to stay here. There are blocks I can't walk down anymore, there are ghosts On every corner---I know exactly who they are There are things we can't talk about anymore Secrets in every greeting--I don't know Exactly what to do. As sure as the sun causes Crime, things will hear up, bake until it's Burnt, one of us may have to leave--I don't Know who I'd rather it be