Leaving Detroit

Pointed windows, rusty stairs
Local color push their wares
They’re stuck in their ways
You tell me that you just don’t care
Don’t pretend that you don’t care
Waves of undulating rain
Visible from the little train
Where you slept
Sorry that I ripped your dress
Sorry that I ripped your dress
Whoa-oh, oh-oh, oh
You’re already gone
This house ain’t a home
I’ll take the last flight
I’ll stare at my hands
We’ll make our last stand
I’m leaving Detroit
The pushing billboards, fast food chains
Tires whining softly in the rain
On the outskirts of town
What it is that I don’t got
Who it is that I’m not
You like it rough, or so you said
I hit you till my fingers bled
Your eyes are nickel blue
A wedding ring nicked your chin
A wedding ring nicked your chin
Whoa-oh, oh-oh, oh
You’re already gone
This house ain’t a home
I’ll take the last flight
I’ll stare at my hands
We’ll make our last stand
I’m leaving Detroit
Whoa-oh, oh-oh, oh
You’re already gone
This house ain’t a home
I’ll take the last flight
I’ll stare at my hands
We’ll make our last stand
I’m leaving Detroit
You’re already gone
This house ain’t a home
I’ll take the last flight
I’ll stare at my hands
We’ll make our last stand
I’m leaving Detroit