We lost you
You're just a ghost above my fireplace resting in an urn
And now it's my turn
Another day
Another night without your light
Travel King you left your jokes downstairs
In the dirty files with last year's taxes
No, you can't pay for them til dawn...
And friends I once considered soldiers
Look at me with one eye slanted
Now we know it's true
This city doesn't want you and we don't really care
No
This is what you wanted
So leave it if you dare
Just go... pack your bags, take the next train out
It's time
We watched you... was it fiction?
Was it propaganda televised?
My plans have been revised
You love the bright lights
And you like to be bitter
And I will feign the thought of you
The city doesn't want you no more...
Pack your bags, take the next train out
It's time to go
So put away your broken soldiers
See if you can mend those fences
Your life's gonna change...