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Drawing A Blank

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Left Chicago headed south
On a 9:30 plane
We touched down in Atlanta
As it started to rain
Grabbed my bags
Hailed a cab
And as we splashed down the road
I held your picture
Wiped my forehead
And I reread your note

And I know that I'm never going to find
Anything better than you I want you
To know that it's killing me
That you're somewhere else not with me

Now I'm lying on a bed
In a cheap motel
Watching TV until morning and
I'm trying to tell you
What went wrong
Why you're gone
I'm wishing I could go home
Try to find you
Talk you out of this
I don't want to be left all alone

And I know that I'm never going to find
Anything better than you I want you
To know that it's killing me
That you're somewhere else not with me

Now I'm walking through your bedroom
Touching things that remain
Bare walls, white
Wood, floor dusty
And it smells of new paint or
Rebirth or
Something different
Unlike before
Then I walked right through the doorway
And I relocked the door

And I know that I'm never going to find
Anything better than you I want you
To know that it's killing me
That you're somewhere else not with me
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