Come on my friend Let's leave these men in the bed And go back home While the city's still dead Across the bridge as the sun rises Past the mountains and the boats below I got out way before I couldn't let go Best to leave while on a high Had no money to afford a bed No lock on the door and alcohol on my breath And strange men in my head Oh I've been bad, I don't want to be bad anymore We got home Our building still asleep Try to order in breakfast Check the answer machine Pin business cards to the wall Try to decipher the eviction note Come the first of the month it says that we have to go But where to I'm not sure Left our mark carved in the hardwood floor Empty bottles old balloons on the door And ba** amps in the hall