If you want to go Then hit the goddamn the road Cause stayin' here with me is not making you happy And you don't have to say Every little thing That pops into your brain, better to refrain You said "The home we made is mine. I'm sure you'll find a place alright. I'll take our cat to keep me warm through New York City storms." And I could swear that in your voice I heard a veiled rejoice But me I'm on the rise I got too much on my mind And right now my girl she waits, her legs go on for days And you'll find yourself a man A real intellect with plans to fix the world you're in... a house, a yard with a garden And I'm still scared of ending up alone a pile a cold bones So I throw clothes into an empty suitcase Splash some cold water over my face And I should feel better by the morning Drive the whole night through and when the cold air Starts to get warm I can settle down there And I should feel better by the morning Better by the morning