Everybody’s Leavin’ Town



These old streets just don’t seem the same

without my friends by the door

The all-night restaurant don’t know my name

it’s a cup of coffee and no one’s to blame

if everybody’s gone off searching for fame

and I find that more and more



The empty basement where I once learned my songs

is just a shop for selling hides

And all the faces seem from another time

You’re sellin’ or you’re bummin’ for a dime

and I hung around and waited til I realized the line

was heading out, not going inside



I heard a train whistle blow in my heart

I tuned my car radio

Everybody’s leavin’ town

and I’m the last one to go



Duke’s Dilemma’s really no choice at all

and any way you turn seems wrong

I met a girl with her guitar inside her case

Told me “don’t it always seem to be your fate

Just when you finally get there, you find it’s too late

and it’s all gone”



Last night I stood in a café of tears

listiening to a guitar man

Singing his songs like he’s leavin’ them behind

Beatin’ in his anger at the strings on his mind

And all the people tapping on an empty glass of beer

Nodding at the sawdust like no one could hear

that scream from the canyon floor