Текст песни 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