The Word You Wield

You've got nowhere to go but up

To where you'll dine with foreign kings

You can't forget about our tryst

And all those other fleeting things

And will they train you like a dog?

And will they walk you down my street?

The wind will whistle our old songs:

The ones I'll always keep



You've got nowhere to go



I've got a bone to pick with you

About the argument we had

The day you got into that cab

And said my world is in your past



You've got nowhere to go



There must be something wrong with me

My mind is just a sickly little alibi

And why am I surprised you're giving up on me?

Goodbye: the word you're wielding like a knife



You've got nowhere to go