leaving home
Updated: Jun 12, 2024
(Down the road from your memory track 1/first draft for group inspired by Bob Dylan's Blood on the Tracks)
late one mornin’ I was lying in bed
with sunlight striped across my chest
by the scarlet curtain above my head
it was the first time I felt you kick
and the last I spent with him
my folks they said our lives together
would be far from pleasant dreams
we’d met one night in Baltimore
saw Shorty on the Trombone at Pier 6
we locked eyes across our drinks
and that evening was pure bliss
yeah my folks said there should be
no life together when the test
showed two sticks they said you can always judge a man
on the company he keeps I thought they were drama queens
I couldn’t believe he was a piece of shit
so we got wed but as the months went by
and you grew I was far from fulfilled
I kept telling him I liked girls too
of the opposite he claimed himself
proof on the night of a full moon
came due the bill
he lit a burner on the stove and produced a pipe
slammed shut the book I read
the greek poetess dashed out of sight
he said it was time for me to help out
money was tight and I’d work as a cook
at the restaurant belonging to his friend
Nasty Brook was a piece of work
he ran a topless bar and they say
he dealt with more I stayed nearly a month
then closing one night I took everything from the store
told my parents I loved ‘em and filed for divorce
then I took a bus on 70 west
away from Baltimore
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