Number Ten

Do you remember when you were still in town?
Before you abandoned all of us for the Puget Sound
There were seven of us living in that dilapidated flat
With questionable plumbing and the grey cat
You sold your records pushed your mattress to the street
And said «Goodbye California, I’ve conceded to defeat»
You bought a one way ticket on a northbound Greyhound bus
I can’t say that we weren’t jealous
Goodbye, good luck, goodbye