Be Yer Own Hitman

I'm driving down your old street
the tenth time today
I listen to the same song
and i drove away

I never tire of seeing
your old mans car
out front in the driveway
telling me i should be
far, far away, from here.

You answer the telephone
while you were asleep
and you sounded tired
said we should meet

We looked at some photos
that you tried to keep
you told me where you'd been
and it sounded deep
and far, far away, from here

Please can i stay
for one more hour, today
i won't be long
and i'll be gone
watching you wave goodbye

I'm not so sorry
listening to your stories and talking
weed out your collection
do it fast and clean
just take what you can now
leave them out to bleed
alone, and far, far away.

Please can i stay
for one more hour, today
i don't belong
so i should be gone
you can watch me wave goodbye
oh, goodbye