No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality Haven't you ever heard of closing a goddamn door? Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door? I chime in with a Oh, well in fact Well I'll look at it

Tuesday's gone with the wind My baby's gone, with the wind Ride on train Train roll on, on down the line, Won't you please take me far, far away Now I feel the wind blow, outside my door, I'm leavin' my woman at home, oh yeah Tuesday's gone with the

She won't stop me put it down And don't look back Oh baby don't stop Bury me and fade to black So get your gun and meet me by the door Would I lie to you? Gun it while I'm holding on Don't stop if I fall Wait until it fades to black

Memories will taunt you, And I will try to love you, I come back to haunt you, It's not like I'm above you, See you there, We'll make our agreements, About when to meet, And I'll leave you in the doorway, The cold evening aches,

Who could ask for anything more? I got my man Old Man Trouble I don't mind him You won't find him 'Round my door I got starlight I got sweet dreams I got my gal

Chainsmoking your love It's getting harder to breathe Can't be good for my sanity Can't be good for my lungs I know my lease is up and the bailiff's at the door And still I'm hanging on to the life we had before I know this cold love won't lead me to the

I swear you'll stay to maintain the pain I put a bullet in my radio Something just hit me funny I don't know Just pulled the trigger going down the road You slammed the door and knocked me off the wire Been walking lines and you've been burning tires

Wanna share my life with you Ooh, what a life Wanna share my life Feels like you're mine Like paradise I'd wash the sand off the shore Give you the world if it was mine Blow you right to my door

She makes her own money, pays her own bills, always stat fly, keeps it so real, But behind closed doors she a nasty girl behind closed doors she a nasty girl. She got a crazy little figure, nice round ass, walks so proper, talks with such class, But

Where do you go, where do you go, And the light of truth is blown out, Roadsinger came to town, long cape and hat, People stood and stared then closed their doors, as he passed, He strolled the empty street, kids banged on tin cans, Then the panting dogs