Inmates
When you said you'd leave me, well, why haven't you left me?
What are we still doing here, so desperate for company?
There's a greyhound on Jackson Street
There's an airport in Council Bluffs
Hell, there's a car in the driveway; fifty ways to get lost
But as I hold you and listen to you sleeping
I'm starting to wonder if you really believe
That you'd ever really leave
What are we still doing here, so desperate for company?
There's a greyhound on Jackson Street
There's an airport in Council Bluffs
Hell, there's a car in the driveway; fifty ways to get lost
But as I hold you and listen to you sleeping
I'm starting to wonder if you really believe
That you'd ever really leave