I've stopped believing your answer is my friend.
Every time you leave the house I'm sure that it's the end.
My rainbow's pot of gold has turned into a drug.
The things I've looked for and finally found I've swept beneath the rug.

Newspapers on the floor;
the dishes piled up in the kitchen sink—they just remind me of how much I need to leave.
I'd do it all again, if only I would know how much I'd learn in the end.

The lights and sounds of Austin are just lonely to me now.
A discount store alarm clock helps to get me out of town.
How can you tell when a life has been exhumed?
Well, can't you tell that there's nothing in my room?

But the boxes fit so nice, and the murmur of the engine on the road—it's amazing how good it feels to leave.
And I'd do it all again, if only I would know how good I'd feel in the end.

Now the time has come to ask myself if what I did was wrong.
You may reveal the truth in some unwritten prog-rock song.
But the sunlit Texas highway isn't anything but right, and the truth has come as quickly as the chilly desert night.

I was tired of your music anyway.
Every song was too long; you had nothing to say.

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