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Iâm leaving you the big picture of our one ballroom dance
The frame is held with pins and glue, it might have a chance
Iâm leaving you lush gladiolas you bought on Saturday
Hope they will be okay with this low room light
Iâm leaving you prescription bottles empty on the floor
Your garden shoes and magazines, the junk at the door
Iâm leaving you vintage maps to see where we agreed
And where weâd cast away from each otherâs shore
Christina said sheâd drop by to help you get better
On her footpath she found the button to your pearl gray sweater
No one knows whatâs written in the stars
She saw whatâs in the cards Iâm leaving you
Iâm leaving you your religion that cuts its losses every week
Canât turn its pockets inside out when the poor and hungry speak
I wish I was simply leaving for a stroll down the hall
There were times I wished we were that close to call
And when Christina comes by, my carâs south of the station
The first demand on your list was reliable transportation
Blanket of clouds is coming off the hill
I can almost feel the chill Iâm leaving you