I Gotta Go

The lady downstairs threw me out for burning my electric far too low
My TV's telling me things I just don't need to know
Motorcycle Black Madonnas give their plastic horns a blow
And you wonder why, why I gotta go

You wish I was here enough to hold
You close your eyes and fake, "Don't let me fall"
And you wonder why I gotta go

Blades on the corner, loose sailors in the carpark
Construction workers digging ditches, sucking daggers in the dark
Winston walks in stocking feet, saying, "Emily, his aren't"
Even the best of company must sometimes part

You wish I was here enough to hold
You close your eyes and fake, "Don't let me fall"
And you wonder why I gotta go

Friends you invited to see my room, oh, they won't leave
Asked your best friend to my kitchen, she said, "I don't need to eat"
I got your postcard from Mexico saying you'd be back in two weeks
One thing's for sure, when you return, I know where I won't be

You wish I was here enough to hold
You close your eyes and fake, "Don't let me fall"
And you wonder why I gotta go