Nothing matters like it used to
No one’s waiting by the door
There ain’t nothing new between us
That wasn’t there before
I’m gonna need some information
I’ve got a pocket full of change
Tell me everything you know now
Soon I might be out of range
And the future’s like a freight train
Rolling blind into a wreck
And the past is like a hammer
Hanging tight around my neck
Burn the letters that I wrote you
Or bury them in the sand
I won’t be coming home soon
I won’t be calling when I land
And I won’t go back to Brooklyn
Where all that’s done is done
I’m gonna change my name in Houston
Now the turning has begun
I want to drive out to a ghost town
Hang a picture in the square
Scratch my name into the corner
So all the ghosts know I was there
And I’ll ride that simple highway
Race it right into the sun
Just to find on the horizon
All I’ve been trying to outrun
And I won’t go back to Brooklyn
Where all that’s done is done
I’m gonna change my name in Houston
Now the turning has begun
