You´ve got nowhere to go but up
To where you´ll dine with foreign kings
You can´t forget about our tryst
And all those other fleeting things
And will they train you like a dog?
And will they walk you down my street?
The wind will whistle our old songs:
The ones I´ll always keep

You´ve got nowhere to go

I´ve got a bone to pick with you
About the argument we had
The day you got into that cab
And said my world is in your past

You´ve got nowhere to go

There must be something wrong with me
My mind is just a sickly little alibi
And why am I surprised you´re giving up on me?
Goodbye: the word you´re wielding like a knife

You´ve got nowhere to go