Go Home Girl

You might wake up some cold morning
There will be no chocolate easter eggs to hunt for
No more roaches in the ashtray
No more Levis hanging on the bathroom door

Just a trail of empty coffee cups
Too bad there isn't someone there to see them
Go home girl, and find somebody else you can depend on

To the rafters in the ceilings
There's a rise of liquid sound the outer suffers
And you're underneath your duster painting circles on the floor
Where you were crying

Go by yourself a taxi cab
And live in front of Saks Fifth Avenue Window
Go home girl, and find somebody else you can depend on

Go home and find your cameos
Go home and try and find your aging mother
Go home and set the table
And be there to hold here hand as she gets older

Go home and read your magazines
I'll see you when the streets return to silver
Go home girl, and find somebody else you can depend on