Got A Suitcase, Got Regrets by Tom McRae
Change the locks on the door.Put out the light in the hall.I do not live here anymorePut the world in a box.Turn the sign to the street.Aim for where horizon and blue skies, meetBut all I know isI'm not ready yetFor the light to dimGot a suitcase, got regretsBut I'm hopeful yetI've been a gifted thiefStole everything for the causeI never had fingers as light as yoursSo wake up pretty girlSee the hope in small thingsDisappointment can wear you thinBut all I know isI'm not ready yetFor the light to dimGot a suitcase, got regretsBut I'm hopeful yetAnd I'll raise this glass of wineAnd I'll say your nameSo let's be killers babeMake the great escapeFrom all the bitter wordsOf every crowded street and empty heartIt's Christmas day, Brooklyn in the rainBut I am safe inside a better world of hope and memoryDrunk on velvet wine, southern cross for lightDeal your cards and hope that I can play a better hand this time