Lost another one to the tracks
I aint got no money but that ain’t above me

I’m gone and never coming back
Don’t let on like you notice, yeah you’re so above this

You just sit and stare
Though the reasons strange
And it’s getting late
I know you’ll never change

In all that’s said and all that is done
In all of this nonsense the best was intended

I’m giving every little thing back
Except the plastic revolver that killed off the summer