Lyrics of Leaving song

Black

Release date : 12/09/2007

Duration : 0:03:44

Style : Pop

Hand me my five and dime,
Pass me my shirt hung on the line.
I´ll polish up my boots
And then take the first plane stateside i can find.
It´s a handicap to try to see this far,
When this place seems so cramped and small.
In the streets they whisper legends
And it seems that i´m riding for a fall.
I´m leaving,
I´m leaving.
All of my sense is shot,
The streets are like a premonition of a crime.
I wrote without you,
Then i took the first plane stateside i could find.
If they could they would´ve stopped me,
They´d say i´m gaping at a dream.

I´m leaving,
I´m leaving.
So i polish up my brand new car,
Then take my tunes from door to door.
I try not to see their faces
As i´m dealing out my aces,
The horizon seems so far away.
From a penthouse for a king and queen
I expected more of the stuff of dreams.
If they can they like to get their man
And cut him right down to his knees.
And i´m reeling,
Once again i´m leaving.
I´m leaving
And once again i´m leaving.
And i´m leaving,
Once again i´m leaving.