Leaving

Josh Ritter · Golden Age of Radio [2002]

Making my own city lights

Out of bourbon and the stars of a bar room fight

Face forward in the wind

If you don't know where it is but you know where it's been



Then it's leaving, leaving, leaving but I don't know where

Leaving, leaving, leaving but I don't know where



I tried to keep myself in line

I been bad but I seem to get back I every time

Now I come back and the place is all locked

Between the door knob and the doorbell, somebody talked



Now it's leaving, leaving, leaving but I don't know where

Leaving, leaving, leaving but I don't know where



Every time I turn around

Something else just floated away

There ain't a single thing that I've found

With wings that decided to stay



Maybe it's the place on the wall

Or maybe it's the space where the phone didn't call

or Maybe it's this thing in my chest

We'll know what it was by the hole that it left



Now it's leaving, leaving but I don't know where

Leaving, leaving, leaving but I don't know where