when my baby's out of town
my baby's out of town and it's so quiet
here in this crowded house of our memories.
hey, let's tear it down-
my feet are tired of walking-
the compass stopped giving directions a
long way back and you know our love has taken
us away from the often-taken path.
they hand out responsibility without any power of decision-
does anyone else see the problem?
is the obvious supposed to remain hidden?
i stopped rehearsing and started holding my breath,
afraid of the news of what would come next
it's not the same when you're in l.a.
texas is so far away and i'm left staring at the moon,
trying to write poems like my favorites
and pen lyrics that are worth a dime or two,
even a round of applause will do
when i'm feeling down
and my baby's out of town
here in this crowded house of our memories.
hey, let's tear it down-
my feet are tired of walking-
the compass stopped giving directions a
long way back and you know our love has taken
us away from the often-taken path.
they hand out responsibility without any power of decision-
does anyone else see the problem?
is the obvious supposed to remain hidden?
i stopped rehearsing and started holding my breath,
afraid of the news of what would come next
it's not the same when you're in l.a.
texas is so far away and i'm left staring at the moon,
trying to write poems like my favorites
and pen lyrics that are worth a dime or two,
even a round of applause will do
when i'm feeling down
and my baby's out of town