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You left me standin' on the edge of a lake
they all left for Rome but I couldn't get a passport in two days
I guess a mistake they said, it just slip they mind
and I'm standin' here on my own grindin' my time
I went to the man in the government office
asked him how fast I could get a ticket off this,
silly ride, we call my dyin' days inside of this place
he said "your warrants for arrest, won't let you escape"
So I said okay. I guess I'll just wait.

send me a postcard, from the city of Rome
tell me all the pretty things about the girls that you know
buy me a bottle of wine and send it far on airmail express
I'll drink it all alone inside my home by the lake and this mess
and I, thank you, for not leavin' in the night,
and at least sayin' goodbye and lettin' me have my dignity right
and I know I'm just a little sad bastard makin' a mess
of this stupid little story that's dancin' in my head
but when I, wake inside my bed,
and you're gone

I got nothin' better to do than stand outside
and wave to the geese flyin' over my front lawn
so I eat sleep drink and count the walls and tiles
and sit here and maybe try to crack a smile
but everyday I sit and think, of what'ch you doin' right now
my friends and family, skipped town and left me all alone in this crowd
and I know, I'm just a sad excuse for whatever - who cares,
but the bottom line is, it's just a dream, and I wake up right here
next to you, next to your face, and inside of my bed,
in my home in jacksonville where no one's going anywhere
and I still, ain't got a passport or ticket off of this ride,
but fuckin' a, I'll stick around, for the rest of my life.

(When I'm rounding round the globe, and I'm doin' this, and I'm signing that and I'm trying, ... and I'm trying...)